The breaths are shallow
As the chest rises and falls.
The constant beeping of the respirators
Can almost be tuned out by my mind.
There is an air of sadness
But also silent.
As if nobody wants to talk about it.
As if not addressing it means it isn’t there.
The aloneness gets to me
Being in pain alone
Being scared alone.
This will only continue to be the norm,
And my empathetic little heart
Feels it all.