Quarantine Dreams. A poem by Rowan Groat

We are living through
A Global Pandemic.
We are living through
Unprecedented Times.
These are the words my conscious is told,
And these are the words my conscious tries to understand.
And when my conscious digests,
My subconscious dreams.
I close my eyes and I fall asleep – but I see and I hear and I feel and I sense,
I toss and I turn – I am restless.
Mind kept awake by the vividity of these impressions,
Impressions so acutely real yet entirely imagined.


23 year old living in Glasgow finding contentment in the little things.

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