On Incarceration

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On Incarceration

Now shackled by government edict.

Banned from life’s open air,
No more a future to predict,
No more a life I can share.

Sent to my room to protect me,
Locked in my cage like a bird,
Yesterday only a memory,
Tomorrow has now been deferred.

Those plans I had for tomorrow,
Expectations I’d promised to meet,
Turned into today’s plangent sorrow
As into my shell I retreat.

As Touch becomes a scabrous word,
And washing hands a must,
My world’s become absurd,
As I’ve become nonplussed.



2 thoughts on “On Incarceration

  1. Beautiful poem but traumatic times. You can of course walk your
    garden, tend your flowers and bushes and talk to people – at a distance.
    However, the hard thing is” As Touch becomes a scabrous word”.
    How right you are.

    Oh, and write, to friends, family and your poetry.


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