The Quarantine Chronicles, Day 70

DAY 70: I stand on the beach alone

looking at the sea, I am alone

and always will be, with the waves

that rise and break one after

another, I stand there forever

and I see waves come and go

quickly, tides come in and out

slowly, waves and tides and me.

Walking from the bathroom to the

kitchen I'll be fine then sigh

because I'm not fine I'm suppressing

I'll have another moment at

my desk furious with the

incompetent government killing

so many good souls, I'll be

sad all day at what I know.

Thank you nurses, I love you.

I'm hopeful, hopeless, hopeless-

ness full. I'm watching dogs on TV

and I start to shake, I get

up at night and sit in the

dark living room wide awake.

I'm okay, I'm okay

I'm not okay

how can I be okay --

270,000 corpses piled so high

they block the sun

I'll never be okay.

I hope.