Disconnected short poem

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It’s a funny feeling, being totally remote.
No connection to the world outside.
My world has shrunk down
To the walls of my house,
To the boundaries of my city.

I know many people,
But as far as I’m concerned,
they’ve disappeared. Lost
To the universe beyond my limits.
But not forgotten.

Like going back through time,
Things once freely available
Now far away, unreachable.
Behind doors, in cupboards and boxes.
Well, most of it, anyway.

Sometimes I wonder,
How a world could last like this?
Remote and unreachable, yet still living…
But for how long…?

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Ed Gosling

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My muse is like an excitable dog. It catches sight of totally random things and starts yapping and running around and wagging its tail and WILL NOT STOP until I write a poem about it.My poetry is sometimes based on personal experience and sometimes on other things. Aside from that, I enjoy video games (My favourite game series is Mass Effect) and the popular television show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
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Disconnected short poem

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