The Poetry Shed

A Space for Writers

Justin’s Ode to Quarantine

among the city,
that I was forced
to leave.
Now I lay 
In an unfamiliar 
Surround by,
People I do not know.
Beautiful sun sets,
Streets filled with masked people 
Fresh air, 
And a desk filled 
With work.
Only you,
Could force people apart 
But make them closer 
Weaken humans
But make them stronger.
Force me to leave,
Just for me to fine 
My way back.