Alonzo Heredia-Caballero: “Inside The Little House.

Inside The Little House.

These days where I stay inside
No sunlight and no interaction.
I miss when I could go outside
Without getting worried, but it’s a curse.
A curse that makes me lose hope.
I feel like a late bloomer for
I have not been myself lately.
I try to run from the problems
But they always find a way to catch up.
I feel like a zombie, for I look at the
Screen of my Switch, addicted.
This curse makes me lose sleep.
These cops started to beat people up
For doing the right thing. I can’t even
Look at them the same anymore.
But everything must come to an end
And the curse will be lifted
And I will be free…

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