I Don’t Like It

Image by Engin Akyurt from Pixabay

I don’t like it
I really don’t
These masked smiles
Those fearful eyes

The hands that never stretch far
Nobody leaves the doors ajar

There’s restlessness under the quiet
In most homes, there’s almost a riot

The uncertain keeps me awake all night
I want to hug that friend so tight

The sanitizer is my companion now
Life has changed so much, and how

The empty swings and benches
The playground’s dull
They all must be thinking
This is just a lull.

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