Yearning in these trying times: a poem.

 


A poem by Brittany Diana

Yearning
Imagine wanting something, or rather someone you love and cherish so much
Do shoppers and lovers dream of quarantine memes?
Once in the near reaches of Pennsylvania, in the dying monuments of consumerism,
There was I, and my soulmate, and my other girlfriends, going to see what we miss.
First, we were on an adventure, through the side suburban streets and country roads.
All the signs lead to the malls, shops, and stores, you must buy, sell, and do business.
We then take some things– games, food, products, and services, but why do we all pay?
It is soulless– we find our soul in the soulless condition, lest our mind and bones decay.
 

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