my struggle with hand sanitizer, masks, quarantine.

coating my hands with this alcoholic based liquid

breathing into the quietness

when what I smell is miasma, the stench

trying to undo and wash away my sins

humans didn’t care,

appreciate the bliss, 

now it’s a nightmare

this alcohol-based sanitizer,

went beyond the skin

to clear away those sins

now we cherish those days

when we had the freedom

now we appreciate that

when we’re stuck in a cage.

distances bought us closer

the mask is worn to filter the air,

prevention is better than cure,

so why do we commit a crime and undo it?

before I wore a mask to conceal my emotions

now its shown as an act of love

quarantine makes me realize

is shutting ourselves in four walls so difficult?

when we are pacing in our lives

forgetting about the world

friend, family, 

we have shut our minds in quarantine

but now I have finished the isolation of my mind

when I think of the past 

it makes me realize how inhumans- humans are

tangled in this mess of life

forgetting about others.