I remember the day I begin to isolate,
I was new to the virus, the virus was new to me
In those four walls of the room, I could feel it, overpowering my body
I felt numb & weak
I couldn't do anything but get scared
The death looked near & painful
I stopped watching news channels
But the advertisement on local channels kept ringing the word "coronavirus" in my head
Restortating to phone for an escape, as I dialed a number to call, the familiar voice welcomed me
"Coronavirus is dangerous and can be deadly."
It wasn't new to hear this public service message however, it wasn't the same now.
I was dangerous now, I was on the verge of death.
They say humans understand the pain of other human
But unfortunately not all do, telling others about your pain doesn't promise a sympathic response.
They think you might just have transferred the virus to them,
They don't care about you
They are concerned for themselves now
They aren't wrong, who does wish to get the deadly virus
But aren't they selfish enough to be taunting you for having it
I didn't know I'll contract it
Nor did I know you would come meet me during the days I might be a suspected carrier yet to develop symtopms
Indeed, a man thinks only about itself.
Indeed, it is a nightmare knowing your cause of death is within you.
It's emotionally draining
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17 Days of Isolation
PoetrySarah's life gets restricted to a room after she tests positive for the novel virus, Corona. Here, she writes her fears, her feelings and her thoughts as she battles for her life for 17 days until she is tested negative for the virus. It is a fictio...
