Two years ago, I got sick with Covid and was fortunate that I didn’t die. Over 6 million people weren’t so lucky. This poem is about those poor souls who felt rejected by the world during their dying moments.
*Dispatches from Quarantine is a project of the SF Creative Writing Institute.
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
Sorry to hear that you suffered with it, Mark. Hopefully no residual issues?
Yes, i did suffer with it—almost felt close to death—but I tried to express what it was like for those in more serious situations. Thank you for your sympathy, though.
I understand as I’ve shed many tears for those who have experienced what you’ve described. But I’m glad that you made it through. I worry, though, of the many who are dealing with long Covid now. It’s frightening what this disease is capable of.
Me, too, Susi. I still wear a mask religiously.
I do not blame you one bit. Take care, Mark!