November 2019November 2021Darkness

November 2019
November 2021
Darkness   
.
Yes, I can 
Self-isolate 
For two weeks 
Not a serious 
Problem  
Bothersome   
Bearable
Though 
I can see 
Time telescoping  
Stretching 
A prison of 
Nothing into years  
Eternities of 
Lost moments   
The lifetime 
Of humans 
Shortened  
Or gone  
Over with 
Dead 
If there is 
No one 
No one 
Who cares 
Enough  
To cover 
The back 
Of another    
Protect from 
The sly betrayal
Whirling in a pool 
Of alone 
Waiting for those  
Instants mere 
Moments of trespass 
Carried in Greek in Latin 
Alphabets of contagion 
Two years
Has become eons 
This weight 
Of alone  
Has grown heavy 
My soul  
Transmuted 
Into foolish words 
And gray skies 
Grow Darker 
Night is falling 
There is no sunset  
.
November 2019 
November 2021
Darkness    
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