COVID19
COVID-19
My angel never came this year.
I don’t know where she’s gone.
Isolation has left us feeling scared and lonely.
They said we would have to lockdown.
Just for a week or two?
Because there’s a deadly virus.
But it’s nothing like the flu.
We have to stay indoors to keep each other safe.
The world is now so strange…hands, faces, and space.
No more hugging or holding hands.
No dancing in the street.
Pubs, shops, and the cinema are no places where we can meet.
So many sadly lost their lives and had to die alone
While so many broke the rules
Many selfish fools are responsible for the heartbreak and suffering.
You can go out for your essentials, medicine, and food.
Not for raves or parties or trips down to the coast.
This virus simply cannot spread if it does not have a host.
Towns and streets are empty now; schools are shut as well.
No sound of children’s laughter, just empty playgrounds.
The awakening sound that once was life is now not a sound.
We stopped clapping on our doorstep and stopped hearing nature’s call.
On the front line and among key workers, the virus has now taken its toll.
Masks now cover faces; in between are spaces.
The sorrow left in people’s eyes.
Expression is gone; pain is hard to hide.
The isolation of a nation is a pandemic on its own.
We keep ourselves safe behind closed doors, yet we feel so alone.
Our mental health is suffering, doing so much on our own.
Homeschooling is a challenge; our children miss their friends.
Gin and tonic keep us from going round the bend.
So for now let’s stick together; vaccines are rolling out.
We are staying in and staying safe so we can see our friends and family. To save the human race.
©Poem By Melanie Palliser
During the COVID-19 isolation, Melanie Palliser found herself immersed in a swirl of thoughts and feelings that many could relate to. The world outside had slowed down abruptly, and suddenly the usual routines were replaced by long hours of solitude and reflection. In her poem, she captures this strange, quiet time with honesty and depth.
At the beginning, there is a sense of uncertainty—a mix of fear, confusion, and the odd hope that things might quickly return to normal. As days blend into weeks, the isolation deepens her awareness of both loneliness and the small moments of peace that emerge in silence. Melanie describes how the boundaries between time and space seemed to blur, making each day feel both endless and fleeting.
Yet amid the solitude, the poem also reveals resilience. She reflects on inner strength and the importance of holding onto hope, even when the future feels unclear. The isolation becomes a space for introspection, where worries give way to gratitude for simple things—a breath of fresh air, a call from a loved one, or a quiet moment of stillness.
By the end, Melanie’s words leave us with a thoughtful reminder: while isolation was challenging, it also offered a chance to reconnect with ourselves and appreciate the connections that matter most. Her poem is a heartfelt expression of the emotional journey many experienced during those unprecedented times, blending vulnerability with quiet courage and a longing for connection.