Isolation, a poem by Taylor

Isolation, a poem by Taylor

Day 1 in isolation:
This should be easy, I spend most of my time in bed anyway, I do my volunteering through the week, it’s like a constant weekend. Sounds great!

Day 5 of isolation:
Everything’s cancelled, even McDonald’s and Subway have shut their doors, I guess I’m gonna have to motivate myself to cook, or maybe not eat at all today. Depends how I feel...

Day 10 of isolation:
I miss my friends, I need a hug. But I can’t do that through a screen...I just looked out the window, it’s sunny. I think I’m gonna scream.

Day 14 of isolation:
The longest 2 weeks of my life, I’m starting to go crazy and I want to sleep all the time even my mum thinks I’m lazy, I’m lonely. My thumbs ache from typing all the time. Just one more hour in bed please.

Day 21 of isolation:
We can leave our homes? Oh, that’s cool. I don’t really feel like going out today. I have my little routine. I might go out tomorrow, if I don’t feel too tired.

Day 300 of mental isolation:
I haven’t seen my friends in weeks, months, I’ve lost count. What is the point in leaving my home when I’m not allowed out anyway. It won’t let me. I’m trapped. I haven’t showered in days, my mum complains about the smell. No one will want to be around me anyway. No one actually likes me enough to care. If they did care, they wouldn’t let me stay in isolation for this long...

Some of us have been in isolation way before the UK went on lock down.
Please check up on your quiet friends.
They could be trapped.

Thankyou! Taylor 🙂