By: Sabrina Benet
A life of uncertainty is at our fingertips
Ripping pages off the calendar to accompany tissues gracing the floor
Stained with tears and desire to see a better tomorrow
Days blending one into the next
Eyesight consumed by darkness.
They say you are a product of your environment
Chameleons reflecting the hysteria of society
Wreaking havoc throughout the nation
Our world as a wounded warrior
We carry on.
We carry on with heavy burdens on our back
A makeshift mask to hide the pain it causes
Sweaty palms that call latex gloves home
And the untrustworthy touch of a stranger
The silent killer.
Anxiety, the brainchild of quarantine
Accompanied by sleepless nights and bloodshot eyes
A mental parasite to bring you to your knees
Eating away at what was once there
To be replaced by uncertainty and fear.
Craving intimacy with the people you love
To be fulfilled by fragmented phone calls and false hope
Silence overpowering the laughter
Planning the future like it is yours to plan
We continue to wait.
We continue to wait as the media controls our thoughts
Brainwashed with lingering disease and lies
Our overworked circuits blowing their fuse
To be fixed with a bandaid with hope for the best
We pray that we will see another day tomorrow
That good news will be a special guest on our televisions
A change of pace to lure serotonin into our minds
The satisfaction of watching your home heal
Seeing the light in the tunnel that had been dark for so long
We watch as the president reminds us: “We are all in this together”
Claiming we are experiencing this as a family
A nation who would recover from the lingering disease
Tensions dividing us from this endless storm
We claim to be in this together
But I can not help feeling so alone.
Categories: Creative Writing