Social distancing

There's fear.
Apprehension.
Paranoia,
If you will.
We hide.
We hoard.
We gossip to our fill.
I'd rather just be free.
To laugh, run, and embrace.
I'd rather take that risk,
Than vanish without a trace.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

Comments

george

I like the transition from the impact of fear in the short term to the longer, larger fear of being forgotten. nice. 

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