Lock Down Forever
They make me feel lonely. They do, With their laughter and easy chatter, The sound of champagne corks bursting And the general loud jollity of their gathering, Echoing across the garden To me, Sitting In isolation Not just for Lock Down’s sake But Always. For their noise Is a danger to my health The champagne uncorking Paralysed my left leg Increased my pain Blanked my mind further Left me stumbling, down the garden path to find seat. As people start to meet up Have garden parties And begin to mill about again Or cycle at speed past my door, Let us remember the truth That the virus has not actually gone away Despite the frivolity It's still there Lurking And can still kill The innocent by stander Who has no chance of survival. As they dismember the support chains, Will the understanding still be there I wonder? The understanding that separation And isolation brings? The recognition of the danger other people Inadvertently impose upon you? The need to reach out And-still try to include the unincluded And the not easily includible, Who are always hidden from sight, Struggling with complex Chronic illness, Still here after everyone has moved on? Still in need of a helping hand, a friendly gesture?’ Will the institutions still continue To offer virtual teaching, Virtual GP consultations? Consultant level specialist appointments? Will I ever not feel invisible Unseen Unknown Neglected And not understood? Will I still continue To ache With a deep loneliness, Etched out of years Of separation, Negation, Deliberate ignorance And profound illness?