I have slept for eons,
Isolated from the onwards march of time, of destiny.
Insulated from the magic of life
Kept away from the best of what life offers
I find myself more alone
Held in by my quarantine
For my own good, forced to live as a hermit
Away from my others.
This is my want.
To keep in this distant citadel
Protected and protecting
Until the magic of health has returned
To my germ assaulted form.