It is year two of the NEW normal.
Each of us still in our own life boats.
The beacon of light shines hope.
But, I don’t recognise this new world.
Anxious! I can’t see in your boat.
A cocoon behind an invisible wall.
Anger and helplessness in control.
Frustration and paranoial in my boat.
Anger, at how the virus came about.
Helplessness at what is lost.
Tossed in a whirlpool, a blackhole.
As paranoial throws the oars away.
Tiredness in my bones! Will this end?
I see red everywhere; patience gone.
Silence and despair in the boat.
With fears manifesting paranoial.
A year of adapting in this NEW world.
With social distancing, paranoial reigns.
Stay safe; be safe! A mantra chanted.
This boat I am in, is the NOW prison.
By C.E. Pereira
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