Poetry

The sickness starts off slowly

a cough here

a sneeze over there

People cover themselves

either with masks

or signs of the cross

Then the fever begins

as society as a whole

runs in panic

at the horrors

they soon will endure

Pandemics only enhance

what is already wrong

with the way things are currently done

No one still alive

will ever

go back to

normal

Horrors committed every day.

Senseless acts of violence.

Misunderstanding and injustices.

People rioting and fleeing the uninoculated.

Chaos reigns as the world goes mad.

Who is to stay sane in these stressful times?

Then again,

when was the world ever sane?

or safe?

Thoughts swirl around

To burn it would be sacrilege.

Yet its beauty must be consumed.

I watch the wax melt

and slowly I pool beside it.

Dripping lifeless onto the floor

I watch the flames burn the blue

from my headache

and I close my eyes

as I drift of peacefully.

When the desire to leave

can not be fulfilled

your mind begins to imagine strange scenarios

where all you do

is run

run

run

and run away.

Instead

house cleaning it is.

All I want is to be left alone

yet forced to share space with them.

I can not leave.

I can not disappear.

I can not eschew responsibilities.

Yet escape sometimes is possible

if I break my own rules

and let them have electronics

even when their time is up

only so I can get some peace.

This disruption

is causing great anxiety

and its only been a few days.

It is a good thing I believe in myself

and also have electronics to divert me.

Hands off!

My body!

My rules!

If I want the cuddles

I’ll let you know.

Until then,

Leave my behind alone!

Life is throwing more curve balls than normal

The latest was out of left field.

Everything cancelled.

No contact with outside people.

Self isolation to be imposed.

Government officials all making useless statements.

Politics still interfering.

Basics are met.

Can survive technically

but mentally

I wonder what I’ll look like

when the crisis is finally over.

My mind is filled with excuses.

I have statements that are meaningless.

There are emotions that embarrass me still.

Phrases float by half remembered.

Music sometimes plays and I can’t figure out how to turn it off.

Headaches make the focus harder to accomplish.

Then

There are the days of impossible imaginations

Wondering about all the “what if’s”.

You already know

And yet he won’t stop

Do you deserve this behaviour?

He won’t stop

Telling him

A

Only makes him

Repeat himself stronger

Harsher

And more obnoxiously.

Good thing he is a friend

And you can mock him later for this horrible sneer.

Thrown from your weekend rest

It discombobulates your thoughts.

A shiver runs through your body

As your eyes try to refocus.

The words confuse and frustrate

While you simply sit and listen.

How do you continue

When the news shatters your soul.

Demeanours change

And when you look up

The eyes of the child are wet.