Pandemic Reality

By Mary L Schmidt, 20 November 2020

Here I am at home, completely alone,

Full of loneliness, in isolation with my phone;

One mutating virus separates us like a cyclone,

Not one safe place to go, only home I bemoan.

Wash, wash, wash, no hands touching,

With family and friends, no longer hugging;

As I try to breathe, my lungs are struggling,

As my heart, chest and alveoli are crushing.

Copyright Mary L Schmidt November 2020