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Living A Nightmare (August Contest)

Eyes open yet blank
impervious to what's going on
questions without answers
why me,
steeped in the stigma
of being treated like an untouchable?

The cobwebs on the ceiling
threatening to strangle me in their web
whir of the fan alike whisper of a witch
while I swing with the pendulum
between now and eternity.

Feeding on spoonfuls of hope
swallowing fear, betraying it
struggling to break free
of the silence, the brooding, the ignominy
imprisoning me.

Minutes feel like hours,
hours like days,
in the darkness within these walls
I crave to see beyond
to breathe fresh air,
to know if it's day or night..

I lose count of days
of this punishing quarantine
a chapter I would gladly erase,
once the door opens
to day fifteen

relishing what I eat, drink, breathe
being a human again
sitting on the verandah
amidst loved ones, sipping coffee,
listening to the music of their laughter
with my heart dancing merrily..

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my dear man I believe you have spoken for us all with your precise words
good bit of writing here

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thanks for reading...your appreciative comment is like tonic..

be well...

raj (sublime_ocean)

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Well this is wonderful, it's the some things that we miss in the end right, like popping down the road for milk, at one stage here in Italy we had to carry a letter signed to say where we were going, it could possibly overwhelm. I miss so many things but they are the simple things like shaking hands for example. Some day we will be able to be ourselves once again. Lovely work.

Thank you...Teddy

thanks for the time to read and comment...good to know you liked it...you are right, the simple things we take for granted in normal times are suddenly denied during the pandemic....i had read in a book by Lee Iaccoca that Italians love to hug others which too you must be missing...

thanks again..

raj (sublime_ocean)

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You speak this so well.

thanks for reading and your words of appreciation...you are spot on ..it's about quarantine fatigue....it would make a good title ..i will think about it...

thanks again...

raj (sublime_ocean)

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right on the money with this one! it is a sad time...a time that tries the soul...may it soon be over!

*hugs and commiseration, Cat
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indeed it's a tough time and all are looking forward for the pandemic to be over...i attempted to write based on how the affected quarantined person could be feeling...

thanks for reading...

stay well..hugs...

raj (sublime_ocean)

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