His legs are locked in place for all eternity,
Yet his mind is still alive to see all the world around change,
As he is stuck in one place,
Unable to move an inch,
Stuck in ember where he will serve the reset of his life sentence.
He remembers a time before where he is right now,
A time when life tasted sweeter than a kiss from a forbidden lover,
A time when he could do everything until his heart's content,
A time when he would walk in the forest,drink water from the river and stare at the deep blue sky in the night,
but now all that's a distant memory as the rules of life have changed,
and the parameters that govern it, have evolved.
He is stuck in ember, with no movement allowed,
Barely enough space to breath,
Barely enough space to enjoy the comfort of free movement,
barely enough to give him piece of mind,
He is just an insect stuck in amber,
He is you and he is me,
he is every one of us,
we are the insect trapped in amber,
We are confined to homes that have become prisons,
with windows that have become the prison bars that separate us from freedom,
Were everyday we wake up just to stare at the empty street,
Thinking about the times we took that dusty pavement for granted,
Dreaming about the days when we would complain about the loud kids playing outside,
Reminiscing about of the feeling of the sun making love to our skin,
and feeling it with warm and a radiance so bright that even the sun itself would be jealous if it were not our lover.
We are now the same as the animals trapped in zoos,
We are now the same as an insect trapped in amber,
Confined to our homes,which are prisons of our making,
Prisons that are the to purposely protect us from whats out there,
A deadly virus, the corona some would say,
but for that its worth whats there to protect us from whats here in the inside with us,
Loneliness, hunger and disconnect from all that defines us,
We are separated from our friends and from our family,
From the people that mean the most to us and even those that have no bearing on our lives such the local postman, the lady from the little kiosk and even the not so kind next door neighbor,
So here as we stand,
As insects trapped in ember,
Confined to our small space,
As we see try to survive the possible extinction of our race.
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