A house of blackness

Zhengzhou quarantine poem #1

You sleep like a king,
sheltered from the
cold and pain.

You see the winter
moon – that flees
from the clouds.

A year has come,
almost to an end.
And I am trapped,
in webs of sorrow.

What crime did
I commit?
Almost in tears,
I write another
quarantine poem.

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