I’m seventy two and locked inside
I’ve not been out, that’s in hindsight
I panic at the single thought
Of the fear that this disease has brought
This isolation is so unfair
But I am afraid and will not dare
Go outside and face the stress
It’s leaving me quite distressed
Anxiety is my new found friend
I watch the telly and pretend
that someone nice will remember me
And won’t forget I’m in need of help
Isolation.Copyright(c) Maryann Bosah 2020.All rights reserved
MARYANN BOSAH 