Too Much - Poem by Jan Hauck
Blur, then silence.
Suddenly all social connection gone.
Isolation, almost like dying.
A dry cry, a snail looking for a shell,
The pain of talking, working,
Writing through the scary, muted noise,
Do not demand life from the dead,
Dragging me out, you do not know.
Yesterday I laughed, that room in my head
Is today's capsule, diving deep,
I need to sleep, I need that shell,
Be patient and I might come back.
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