Pangs of Isolation
For months, I've come to sense it well-
that loneliness, as none before.
In feelings of unrest, I dwell
on what is now- and what's in store.
At first, confined to home- so sad,
deprived of friends and family.
For cellphones, live stream, I was glad,
to speak to, watch them- happily.
For our essentials, I will shop-
six feet apart and with a mask.
Like other patrons, do not stop-
avoid encounters mid the task.
Alone together, when about-
spaced out wherever I now go;
in waiting rooms or eating out-
the pangs of isolation grow.
Just people walking, eyes ahead-
sequestering on streets, in stores.
Thoughts deep within and left unsaid-
pray that old normal soon restores.
We beings are a social kind
and keeping us apart is wrong-
not meant to isolate- I find
within close bonds- we all belong.
At times, I feel we're in a test
to see how we obey commands;
and now, our world in such unrest-
what happens next- increased demands?
July 27, 2020
~5th Place~
Premiere Contest: Isolation Philosophy
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Judged: 07/31/2020
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2020
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