Shadows Fall Beneath the Light

I am so very bored with virus I must say The only thing I want is to go out and play An atheist myself I even learnt about to pray Minimalist isolation has become my lonely way I am a haystack with no needle left in disarray Descartes says doubt and think and then you are Plato delves into a cave and looks at shadows far Freud by the couch puffs on his twenty first cigar Sartre's existence before essence only seems bizarre When all that's left appears to be to stare at walls Jerusalem Jericho China Mexico and no shopping malls The bricks stand firm and my resilience slowly falls The flying carpet of my fantasy is upside down and out Rooftops are closed and therefore I cannot even shout Confinement slices my emotions like a wicked reaper Even procrastination does not suffice to make my day Its difficult to notice feathers underneath the viscous tar Hung and quartered dark moods proceed as evening calls A hermit's plight's loincloth draped on my body getting stout Time to reconsider my dream of working as lighthouse keeper 06th April 2020 Minuetta Poems Contest Sponsored by Emile Pinet