Panic in Pandemic

Days turn into months,

Months has turned to a year,

I feel depressed everyday.

Consumed by all my fears.

No direction and indeed no hope,

Health declining,

My thoughts resigning,

Nothing to keep me afloat.

Drowning in my emotions,

Breathing, existing in motions.

Something in me has been lost,

Peace has too much of a high cost.

Anxiety eats me alive,

No positivity to thrive.

I wonder how I became this way,

A question I ask everyday.

Unsure of the next step,

No method to be prepped.

The days turn into months,

My standstill life haunts.

A pandemic, so they say,

Since I am alive it felt this way.

Too much chaos in my mind,

They're all progressing,but I am behind.

Reviews

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

That last line, "Too much chaos in my mind ... progressing, but I am behind" is golden. This poem is powerful in its simplicity. I admire poetry that does that; you think deep blue write clear and beautifully. tyfs

[Talesha]

Thank you do much :)it means the world to me. xoxo