Fuck covid 19 and august

I had a life
Finally i was free to live the normal way
I could lie and dance along to their rhythms
I could at last live a’ normal’ day

But then this happens
Coping mechanisms gone up shit’s creek
My ability to fake to emotions perish
My stamina weak

I build heavier walls
Found strange comfort in the loneliness
Cut off connection to friends alike
Feel into my void abyss

Now I’m picking up pieces
Acceptance is a new term
I’ve never considered it before
But I guess I’ll learn

I’ve lost so much
And learned from it

now my scattered pieces lay on the floor
loved ones ripped away from the collection
now i see a broken figure
when i look at my reflection

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Comments

Ray Whitaker

4 years 10 months ago

Such authencity... i have heard friends

Say things very similar. like in conversations with them on the phone, or in an email. Nice capture of the rawness of our calamity.

Candlewitch

4 years 10 months ago

hello,

I agree with Teddy! please enter this in the contest, and good luck!

*always, Cat
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FreddieM

4 years 5 months ago

I love this the rhyming fits so feel for the emotion you're trying to get across. like a facetime call with a friend seems casually written but can tell the thought and process behind the raw emotions. fist verses seem to not fit perfectly but could be intended it seems to work. the rest is gold imagery is very nice I enjoyed it a lot. gets across the frustration and lack of motivation despite having to pull through for others. love it