When I sit at my laptop in these times of lockdown
I feel like my head hurts, and I'm going to drown
In the thoughts that I'm having, and what they might do
To the mental health issues that haunt me and you
When I type in a hurry, when I text on my phone
Recipients won't guess that I'm all on my own
That my words just mean nothing, as I try and hold on
To the world I'm a part of, and so many have gone
If I'm haunted by everything I hear and see
I'm not surprised that's how our life's going to be
We're afraid of the future, and the things to surmount
And whether those hurt, are too many to count
When I sit here and think too much, nothing seems fine
I find myself wasting a lot of my time
Just thinking of others, and what justifies
The thoughts in my head and the tears in my eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nothing seems fine at present due to Corona virus time. But still we sit and think very much. Thoughts are wonderfully associated with tears. Beauty of mind is reflected through emotion. We pray God to save us from all dangers. This poem is excellently penned.