Missed Memories

On the inside, staring out with a head that is fogged and full of doubt,

They preach ‘It’s okay, we are all here together’

But we need to remember, not everywhere has this stormy weather

The glistening rainbow on the wall of the bubble

Makes the outside look inviting, an oasis from this desolate rubble,

It’s easy to forget that the clock ticks on,

and the pages of the calendar get ripped off, one by one

But in here it is safe, it is clean and hygienic, and we don’t have to check-in

It’s home, it’s the known, I can feel it,

But the outside comes inside, and an itch starts to form, on the wall,

Of my now-red, bruised brain, and my confident barrier falls

And no matter how many of those sticks infiltrate my brain,

Or those distasteful foam lollypops take to my mouth and make it drain,

No matter how many times I get told it’s okay, it’s not real, you would feel it,

It’s all in your head, it’s impregnated my senses, and I’m senseless, and I reel from it

It’s okay now, sure, but it’s a matter of time, because like a hound it’s hunting us down,

One by one we succumb, knocked down, found, we’re one of the infected now

And I’m starting to forget what it felt like before, no crosses marked on the floor,

No suffocating covers that take our voices, making each of us just like the person before

Life will never be the same, this pain cannot be washed away by the rain,

All we can do is hope for a new day, with the suns blistering heat burning away the pain,

Making way for the new day, one where we all get to play, and run, and grow

With the faint memory of innocence that this generation will never get to know.