Quarantine - A poem

The whole world on pause

Stuck in their homes

While outside the virus runs rampant

They hold their breath

And wait for the time to emerge

Empty, but yet full

I rattle around my dollhouse

Going through the motions

A life well practised for 

A day defined by meals

And by vital rests

Not new, not for me

No light at the end of my tunnel

Just these endless days inside 

The world in a sense of unity

But only temporary

This time will end and normal life resume

Just not for me