“Quarantine,” A Poem

Isabelle Fox delivers a short, powerful poem on the effects of quarantine.

By Isabelle Fox

I’m stuck at home, cut off from all my friends.
It sucks; it burns a fire in my soul.
When will this fucking isolation end?
Before I lose my sanity in whole?

I spill my heart into a porcelain bowl;
The fire I consumed will not stay down.
Slowly I am losing all control
Of body, mind and spirit; now I drown

In sorrows, as a once familiar town
Now closes; off go lights in favored shops.
We all are stuck in permanent lock down.
The world that once was spinning slowly stops.

Outside these walls the virus runs its course.
Inside I look upon them sans remorse.

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