Eight weeks is a long time to be closed in a cage working from home and only exiting the confines of the four walls to shop for food, in our free time in self isolation we can torment ourselves by gorging on social media or online newspapers searching for a sign of the end of the pandemic but only find vile lies and despair, or we can withdraw into ourselves looking for an answer somewhere in our past, in our memories and in our childhood.
This collection of poetry was born from the self-isolation of the poet Darren Hobson who has already written a collection of Poetry from March and April 2020 about the Pandemic, this eBook continues the themes of the first Pandemic Days but Phase II goes deeper into his memories, uncovering new anxieties and questions himself on how he perceives himself.
The nightmare continues with no cure in sight as the world governments put industry first and it's citizens at risk from a hidden deadly enemy this poet writes another harsh, crude account of his version of self isolation and whether or not we can survive mentally and physically. Who should pay for their actions and reactions to the current state of the world, can the traditional ideas of industry and politics continue to destroy what is left of humanity?