There’s unreality in this isolation –
survivalists buy ammo, preparing for what?
In ancient times, this was an act of God –
a scourge caused by our sinfulness,
we’d bow at altars and beg for forgiveness.
Today, we fear nothingness.
Can we prevent self-destruction?
We have a capacity for kindness but an
unending self-loathing and thirst for violence
that will swallow us whole one day.
(Photo by Elti Meshau on Unsplash)
4 thoughts on “Pandemic Nothingness (a poem)”
Glad you are creating instead of destructing. Great perspective on the whole thing.
Thanks! Writing and especially poetry is a great way to process complicated emotions.