The Pandemic (Poem)

The world feels surreal.

I am lost within my own world,

A world that confuses my mind and torments my soul.

There is so much death here

But it is an invisible menace,

One that slips under doors and whispers on your skin.

It is so much more frightening to me than death brought with swords or guns,

with cruelty or ambition.

I feel it all around me, like the night descending after a warm summers day.

I feel it like a cloud of smoke roiling in my lungs and slowly divorcing me from the cool, clean air that I so crave.

I cannot fight this enemy with any tangible weapon, I can only rebel with my mind and my spirit.

The world has felt this pain before,

But to me it is a new and terrifying territory and I long for my old and familiar ways.

We have been waiting for something incredible to happen...

Now we must weather this storm until it passes.

Author: G.K Monroe April 2020