Horror Show

The breaths are shallow

And labored 

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 

It’s heavy

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. 

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