Mr. Pestlinece 

Who visited in my Freshman year, 

Did you have to leave the world 

In fear? 
 

Take our loved ones 

Trap us at home 

Make us feel 

All alone 

 

Confine my friends

To a zoom screen 

Lost all sense 

of Reailty

 

Lost all purpose 

All spring, All step 

Locked inside 

With a mess 

 

Now outside 

In front of me 

I fogrot the quiet 

Or how to breathe 

 

I know not of 

The way to copwe 

Just silly dreams 

And broken hope.