Dying A Lonely Death Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

All around me thick bellows of smoky shadows
Dark shadows wherever I cast my eyes
Thick walls of solitude thought where no one seems to reach me
The meaning of thought thinning away into oblivion
I keep hearing sounds but not even a silhouette to match
Not even a whiff of fresh air or is it how it ends after all?

Slowly gusts of winds and flash memories flood my head
Inconspicuous strange images rolling off the auspices of yore
I feel like I am drifting away into the world of lights too bright
Can someone not reach out and stop me from drifting away?
My family is lovely; but where are they?
Coronavirus, the lonesome death harbinger.
Phillip Nine Mafunga
20 March 2020