Life Outside – A Poem

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted a new poem on here. Figured I’d post one I wrote while thinking about quarantine back in January 2021.

We heard the mist chewing,

which didn’t make sense.

How could mist, vapor,

visible air,

chew anything?

But it was chewing,



the meat, sinew, bones,

memories, thoughts, fears, anxieties,

of any poor schmuck who had

ventured outside

of the quarantine zone.

Displaced Egos, by A.M. Aylward. Support Independent Authors!

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