Pandemic

What do you do when the world is going to s**t? Write a poem about it!

It's funny how quiet the outside is
when leaving your house is no longer safe,
when the world that you've always known
is no longer the same.
it's like we're living in a dystopia:
a post apocalyptic world
bringing to life your every phobia.
But all the books I've read
could never have prepared me for this:
this realisation that maybe one day
everything I love about my life
will no longer exist.

It's funny how trapped isolation feels
when it's no longer your choice,
how you can't help but feel helpless
like a singer without a voice.
For me, there's no greater fear
than not being in control
nothing worse than following protocol
only for it to end up
not being enough at all.

It's funny how some people can act
as if nothing has even changed,
as if we aren't having to put on hold
the lives that we have made
for just a few months
so that our loved ones can be safe.
Just like sweeping it all under the rug
doesn't get rid of the mess,
you can't pretend something isn't happening
just because you think that you know best.

It's funny to think that eventually
we'll be able to leave our homes,
to see and hold friends and family
we've had to avoid for months.
It's funny to think that for some people
no lessons will be learnt
and history will keep on repeating itself
for as long as humans are on Earth.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

It's strange, odd, unbelievable that every word you place - meter-wise carefully, is so on the button, nail, call it what you like. You've thought about and seemingly deeply felt what is going on and somehow built each of a few parts into four visual segments. Fine writing..