THE DAYS OF QUARANTINE.
The sound of silence was disturbing,
so was the days of Quarantine.
The smell of death was depressing,
and the shine of recovery was soothing.
Time was torturing with it’s slow needle
Workdays always felt the calendar had only months,
and now I realised there were weeks!
More so, there were days!.
A silent dance of my phone
Oh! A message from a friend?
I had Friends?.Friendship was a sinking ship
with an ‘end’ in every ‘friend’.
‘‘Good friends are like mirrors’’ Someone said
But little do he knew
I was left with a dusty mirror in the aisle
Only showed me, Myself.
I was shut behind the darkness of my house
loneliness was creepy.
I tried to open the windows,But was closed when
the sound of a cough shook my eardrums.
It’s been days, and my sense of time was almost lost
Wake Up , Eat ,Sleep and the cycle repeats.
And then, It happened. The lock-down was lifted.
Ode to joy. I can go out now.
I went out, wandered like a caveman
steel boxes was moving down the street
It took me a while to realise it was cars
and there were people like me driving it.
And then I bought a new drink,
from the seller of the corner down the street
Apparently it was called ‘Liquid Ice’
Never heard it before,But I drank till my joy.
The ‘Pandemic’ was over
But then the ‘Pandumbic’ began.
Life was no challenging this before.
I don’t know how to end my words, because
I am tired telling stupid things.
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