Poem three of 30.
Wearing a mask
to keep your distance.
Don’t want to be too close.
Don’t want to suffer the infection
of feelings.
Hiding yourself.
Fear of contamination.
But it’s too late.
You are already infected.
You feel the sorrow,
the fleeting joy and
the anger.
You are already
infected.
Now you must experience
Life.
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