Unwell

Peek in the window,

To see her one last time.

She lies in bed, her head,

sunken into her pillow.

Kept hidden from

Outside dangers.

Her family worries.

But the confinement hurts

Most of all. Walls, stuck,

With one window to feel

Sunlight warm the linens.

Bedridden but not ailing.

Paranoia barred doors.