The Twighlight Zone Poem by Rachel Hughes

About an hour and a half before Christmas eve.
My mother was laying on a hospital bed in my living room.
Unable to breathe.
The Dr. said she had pancreas cancer and covid 19.
So, we were locked down in a two-person quarantine.
My mother shut her eyes for the last time and fell into eternal sleep.
And I in seclusion was left alone to weep.
I know, I am not the only one, who lost a loved one to covid 19,
And on Christmas eve.
Many people were left to grieve.
Some lost loved ones on Christmas day.
Some on thanksgiving, or maybe in April or May.
Have I been pulled into the darker side, Of a parallel dimension.
Everywhere I look there is paranoia, panic and apprehension.
No! it's our new reality.
Covid 19, is in our city's, streets and homes.
It's like a freaky twilight zone.
It's like something straight out of a Sci fi flick.
Where some really contagious virus, is spreading worldwide.
Killing and making people deathly sick.
And we never know, who will stay or be the next to go.
It's like a gruesome horror show.
Except, we are not hypocrite's or actors playing a part.
Covid 19, is really killing our loved ones. And breaking our hearts.