I sit here alone between four dark walls
Longing for a connection I can’t help but recall
This deadly virus has taken more than spirit and soul.
It’s also broken a ritual between me and my friends.
I wish I could say “hi” to them,
Or shake their hands, or tap them on the shoulder.
Now we sit isolated in virtual reality,
Only a strand of humanity.
School and work are gone, off limits
But these places aren’t just somewhere to be,
They also bring light in to a dark room.
Calamity over the virus now makes for empty shelves,
People panicking ignorantly,
Angering themselves, shoving each other.
I hope to see some deliverance soon,
A respite from this gloom to light up my room.
JC
This poem is dedicated to the city of Los Angeles and all who read this poem.
