I’m in a capsule 3 walls, one glass Staring out onto houses, All tired in autumn greys. Curtains cut the light at the quick To stop it feeding the daggers to my head. Sleep, eat, sleep, Fighting covid. Dictatorial, It storms through my holiday plan. Heavy as lead. Even my eyelids ache Where did it get me? Hook, line, sinker. Arms cosy in the duvet Request not to move There’s an ache sunk between my shoulder blades Another one anchored in my wrist I can just move my thumb, Just open my eyes enough to see To write this Sleep, eat, sleep Fighting covid.
I completely understand that , it’s like a record of as you say a unique horrible experience. It’s also therapy. You love to write .
It’s a cruel disease picking off people one by one. How sad to find yourself with this while your with your parents and family on holiday. How you have mustard the strength to write I do not know my friend. May Covid leave you as quickly as it appeared.