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Mar 2020
of fear. It’s like a ghost town
around here. Roam empty
stores where people go no
more. I read the signs that say

stay away. A little bit of me
dies each day. I see empty
playgrounds. There are no sounds of
children’s laughter. The days go by

one after another with more
of the same. No celebrations/no parades.
People’s homes have become their cage.
I could never envision something as

this. I’m in matrix. I can’t eat
my lunch at the local deli. My belly is
growling because the supermarkets have
empty shelves. I can’t even see my own

son. No one visits anyone. Businesses have
shut down. So many sick and neglected. The
elderly are the most affected. Every station talks
of the deaths. Every paper’s headline’s

says we’ve got to confine this monster.
But what can they do when they’re closing
down movies and concerts. No more sporting
events. Universities and schools are going

on-line. It’s enough to drive one
out of their mind. Every day spent
in isolation. We are headed for damnation.
Empty parking lots/empty sidewalks. I can’t

spot a single person. Nothing here is
for certain. No one knows how long
this will go on. No one can say.
Except the world I’ve known has changed.
sandra wyllie
Written by
sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
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