my struggle with hand sanitizer, masks, quarantine.
coating my hands with this alcoholic based liquid
breathing into the quietness
when what I smell is miasma, the stench
trying to undo and wash away my sins
humans didn’t care,
appreciate the bliss,
now it’s a nightmare
this alcohol-based sanitizer,
went beyond the skin
to clear away those sins
now we cherish those days
when we had the freedom
now we appreciate that
when we’re stuck in a cage.
distances bought us closer
the mask is worn to filter the air,
prevention is better than cure,
so why do we commit a crime and undo it?
before I wore a mask to conceal my emotions
now its shown as an act of love
quarantine makes me realize
is shutting ourselves in four walls so difficult?
when we are pacing in our lives
forgetting about the world
we have shut our minds in quarantine
but now I have finished the isolation of my mind
when I think of the past
it makes me realize how inhumans- humans are
tangled in this mess of life
forgetting about others.