Quarantine Corners
Between isolation and distancing, we seem to have slipped into an alternate universe,
One that is bleak and dismal, sans hope and filled with remorse.
This universe resides in our minds, in dark corners of our imaginations,
Corners that we never knew existed, tucked in crevices of our delusions.
It’s surprising how our safe havens can also lead us to these corners,
Home meant comfort, a sanctum away from others.
But it’s those four walls that are now overwhelming,
With the mundane white noise, monotonous and all-pervading.
Every day we wake up thinking today we seize the day,
Conquering the darkness, keeping uncertainty at bay.
But the devil sneaks in, smirking with pride
Waiting for our hopes to plummet, pushing positivity aside.
This inevitable gloom of restricted living,
Confined to our devices and perennial misgiving.
Between mindless scrolling and endless procrastination
We seem to be idling away our days to eternal damnation.
But corners are dark only when the lights are out,
Clouds are heavy, but blue skies are right around.
So, it is how we choose to look at that universe in our head
With the stories that we build, with more hope and less dread.
Because in the end its always the fantasies that keep us alive,
So find that corner — may be in your house, maybe in your mind.
