Madison H. Walker
Within the Days of Covid 19
The quiet creeps into my room
As I try to type away
The clicking of the keyboard
Is the only routine I know of
As time moves on
And yet stays still
On the digital clock
I peer at every hour
I have all the time in the world
In this lilac colored bedroom
Where day and night have no difference
And I start to forget what day of the week I’m in
At first, it was a blur
But now an untamed mess.
Loneliness tiptoeing in
As I fulfill a task
An attempt at normalcy
But my mind has been in a fog
Since day one
Surreal is how I feel
As I stare at the paper in front
I have all the energy in the world
And yet I have none at all
I could conquer mountains
But my feet don’t want to move an inch
As I lay silently on my bed
Staring at a ceiling
I can hear my family murmur from time to time
But I must be cautious even with them.
When my eyes gaze above
At the stars
Loneliness sits to my right
As quiet joins to my left
The stars twinkle with sorrow
As the winds kiss my cheeks
From the bugs, animals, people, and even the creek
All was silent
From the bugs, animals, people, and even the creek
All were asleep
And somehow life was just as still
I wonder how long
As I lay on my back
But for now, it was just me and the stars
An acceptable distance apart.
—Submitted on 03/27/2020
Madison H. Walker is an interdisciplinary studies student concentrating in film and English.
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