Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2020
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
there’s 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.
Lewis Wyn Davies
Written by
Lewis Wyn Davies  M/UK
(M/UK)   
237
     ---, --- and Lewis Wyn Davies
Please log in to view and add comments on poems