I was walking down the street
In the direction that was all too familiar
And without missing a beat
I knew where I was going with just my memory sheer.
The rain wet my hair, making them partially moist
And the droplets flowed down my cheeks, wetting them too
Funny, I thought, as my thoughts my mind voiced,
“If not for the rain, anyone would think you were crying, isn’t that true?”
So, with a babbling mind and a pair of pungent rubber shoes
I approached my destination
“Oh! How lovely would it be to meet him again!” My heart would cruise
As I walked with feelings of delight and adoration.
And soon enough I reached him
Knocked on the door, like every other time
Waited, but the longer he took, the more my happiness would dim.
I knocked once more, and once more and once more; so many times that happiness turned so fragile, it became sublime.
In a frenzy, I picked up the flower pot on the patio
Rummaged under it till my fingers touched the key
With shaky hands, I inserted the key into the keyhole as my fear grew
And as soon the door unlocked, I swiftly made my entry.
And as I entered, my eyes fixated
On the horrific sight before me
His eyes were listless and dull and his body could only make movements limited
As I saw the God of Death embrace him, taking him away from the mortal world for all eternity.
I couldn’t believe my eyes
I fell to the floor on my knees
First I felt numb, like someone had buried me in ice
Or my senses had completely shut off, like I had contracted some deadly disease.
But then the realisation hit
And before I knew it, my eyes opened their floodgate
Tears and more tears poured as I sat on the floor with my teeth grit
And the bouts of hysteria shook me as I cursed the outcome of my fate.
As more tears fell and my sobbing got louder
My surroundings started getting dark
And before I knew what was happening, I felt my eyes turning tender
And somehow, physical exhaustion started receding its mark.
And when everything went pitch black
I was jolted out of my slumber
And as a matter of habit I turned over as my nightmare managed to end and cut me some slack
And right when I was about to call him to comfort me, the realization struck me like a bolt of thunder.
He wasn’t here, and he would never be
The disease out there- Covid 19- it had taken him
It had taken him to the depths of the known worldly order and away from me
But no, it wasn’t Covid 19 after all, but Thanatos himself who took him, as a disease could not take away the life of so many by itself.
And as I sit on my bed tonight
With my knees pulled to my chest and darkness around
I tell you how real and horrifying the virus is that is in our sight
With only one thought in mind- is it so difficult for those who are still away from the grasp of Thanatos to stay safe inside, or is it easier for them to let them incurable loss surround?
And this question constantly echoes in my mind like a constant grind
As I lie awake at night with at the back of mind this whispering voice
And consuming paranoia a space in my mind will always find
As I ask myself- in the name of toxic freedom and senseless independence, are the people in this world making the right choice?