The split when it came was devastating.
The audiences vanished, hard to replace them.
My music burned and raged in me, with no release.
No one to give appreciation.
Loneliness descended, finance too, yet you never left.
Just increased the desire to write and write.
When will this virus take it’s leave,
So I can share the music trapped within me.
© 2022 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
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