Emile Pinet Poet Pantoum

Try To Imagine

You die alone, barred from family:
try to imagine how it must feel.
You're attached to a respirator:
air is being forced into your lungs.

Try to imagine how it must feel;
to never see your loved ones again.
Air is being forced into your lungs:
you're unable to breathe on your own.

To never see your loved ones again:
anxiety is worse than dying.
You're unable to breathe on your own
isolated from those who love you.

Anxiety is worse than dying:
surrounded by strangers wearing masks.
Isolated from those who love you;
never to see their faces again.

Surrounded by strangers wearing masks:
you're attached to a respirator.
Never to see their faces again:
you die alone, barred from family.

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John Hamilton August 16, 2020 at 3:39 PM I normally don't care for the Pantoum, but you made it work with this theme Emile, a testament to your poetic prowess! Emile Pinet August 17, 2020 at 6:41 AM Thanks John, your support is greatly appreciated my friend, Emile.

Jeanne Mcgee August 16, 2020 at 8:39 AM Such a horror this pandemic is. The pantoum worked great for this telling. A great write Emile. Emile Pinet August 16, 2020 at 12:45 PM Thanks Jeanne, I appreciate your support my friend, Emile.