This chapter is a poem written by Lizzie Read during the third week of quarantine.
Spots of color cloud my vision
Whispered voices fill my head
The silence here is a deafening division
And sometimes it makes me wish I'm dead
The world, my life, it hangs in limbo
Solitude stretches 'till it's taut
The agony, anxiety, reaches a crescendo
But still in my prison, I remain caught
Is the world real? What were people like?
I feel like a boat being consumed by waves
Drowning
Drowning
The repetitive mediocrity
Is this what Elysium feels like?
My life has dissolved into nothingness
This tragedy may not yet have my body,
But it has stolen the last fragment of my soul
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The Fear Behind the Mask: a COVID-19 story
Non-FictionThis is a story about the experiences of myself and many others during the coronavirus epidemic of 2019-2020. This story is far from over, but maybe if I can share our thoughts, feelings, and experiences it will help other people to understand our...
