Quarantined nights
When "hope you're fine" emails from months back keep you awake When you wish to never see the light of the day But "I need Mumma" cries jolts you back to reality Realization dawns. Inflicting pain on yourself is more addictive than love. Or alcohol. Being busy is a bliss that you miss. Quarantine is a double-edged sword When feverish thoughts make you miss those caring hands that can never come back. Love was yesterday. Today, all that you have is A desire to end it all. Note to self: Do not give away. Hold tight. It is only when everything seems lost, that all is saved.