Been sitting here in quarantine
for what seem to be an endless time. Stowed away from a running virus, staring out the window, taking in the surrounding quiet, wondering what it will be like when the spreading is over. Will everything be better or worse? Know a body was found dead, laying in the open, beaten. A city center park, the resting place. In another place, just a few hours away victims play at peace from the rampage of a man that everyone knew but cannot tell you why his mind turned mad, taking away family members of others. People are starting at each other while in the lines of impatience. Tempers are flaring for the wrong reasons. A man lay in critical condition after being purposely run over in a shopping center parking lot. Frustration of being asked to wait in line drove the man to almost take the life of another. Gangs of anger are lining the streets, armed with chants and guns. Screaming for everything to be re-opened even if it spreads a virus and more fellow citizens are laid to rest. The stir crazy has hit certain people globally, showing the worst in people. As I look out the window and watch the madness, figure when this is all over will stay sheltered away. April 19, 2020 Andrew Scott - Just A Maritime Boy 2020
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5/22/2020 05:25:37 pm
Wow, Andy, this is a sad, emotional poem. Yes, I feel the same way that when it's all over, I want to stay sheltered too. Thank you very much, Andy, for sharing your poem with us! Keep on writing! You are doing phenomenal.
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