My Depression. Our lock-down.

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Feeling locked–in

Alone

Loss of control

The whole world in shatters

Nothing as it used to be

There is nowhere to run, nowhere to go

What used to be possible is now impossible. Deleted, eradicated, lost

Time for despair to bloom

The pressure mounting within 

There is no release. No escape

Nothing to do

Only one thing remains:

Time to look at myself