“In My Living Room” by Catherine Lima

In my living room…

I look at a screen and watch the world burn.
My vision, it blurs behind liquid form.

Behind these four walls, I remain inside.
My mind, it implodes from the fear I hide.

I pace back and forth just to feel alive.
I look through the window that is my life.

She then calls to me. My mother, she speaks.
My mind now at ease, as I take a seat.

The buzzing I hear begins to dissolve.
The worry I wore, it starts to resolve.