dreams become routine once rare rainbows common as windows like a tooth loose inside the mouth internal screams echo loud
in a quarantined life grinding whites start migraines muted response hardens the heart clanking bottles sound like prison bars the silence in between really gets to you
in a quarantined life frayed jeans drag along a thousand-mile floor back doing laps on checkered tiles down town centre aisles trapped confined suffocated undefined chest tight skull binding
fear the worst speaking this verse scratching thirty years writing for the blind passion resigns a puzzle of likes time with friends feeling alive only in the mind county borders and timelines have no end
in a quarantined life thereβs surprise in a book spine absorb the cover with dry eyes find the grey between barcode lines later yield in a swirling field birds of prey define the day finally away
Poem #23 from my collection 'A Shropshire Grad'. This is about the loneliness I've experienced in my life, which was exasperated by the worldwide coronavirus pandemic.