COVID-19 : Poetry

covid-19 poetry

The year of twenty twenty
A fear wandered in streets nearly empty
The death wore his mask in masquerade
So did we, as our eyes mirrored a dread
And the distance between life and death
Was only as far as us and our breath……


The year of twenty twenty two
Still in hazmat suit and boots
Still in run for the vaccine race
The masks worn have become our face
And in this pandemic of uncertainty
Can we make peace with the airborne enemy?


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