Living During a Pandemic
I litter my words
With “when this is over”
As if my sheer will has the power
To end this all soon.
Though that same sheer will
Never stopped white hands and tongues
From burning
And degrading this maghoney skin.
But I throw “See you later”s into every call and text
As if I only see people through this glass screen,
Miles away from them.
Oh but this sheer human will
That makes us believe
Our very wants and needs
Could shake the world.
As if my very wishes could defy science
And make others see
There is no way over this Hell
But through it.
So I wish and plan for a future unguaranteed
Though I know the three Fates,
Some great God,
Or entity lording over me
Must laugh or cry in sympathy
So I trudge through my days,
Eyes on the hours,
Hands on a keyboard.
Thinking of nothing but each day
This lonely Hell
Of living during a pandemic.
by Sanaa Mirz
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