Poem Eight- Killing

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by Rainbow-Pride

by Rainbow-Pride

Poem Eight

Killing

This disase I have

Kills, depending on how the living takes it

Though I stay by myself in this room that will protect the ones I've gave

I have nothing to do but sit

Alone as I am, my thoughts scramble

They turn into emotions afriad to come near anybody

I could kill a living breathing being if I'm not watchful

I have no choice in the say, I can't let anyone come 6 feet closer to me or I'll soon have nobody

I wish to cease to exisit

So I may not bring someone with me in social contact I can't have

I want to become nothing else than a spirit

In a world where there are the dead, and I can't hurt anyone by just being in my room closer than 6 feet, enjoying trav

This poem is about how I felt really guilty for getting Covid-19 and how I was think of committing suicide so I would be unable to give covid to anybody else and trav means laying across something, and I wished back then to just lay down on my bed talking in the dark with a friend who was closer than 6 feet without having to worry about covid.

I named this poem 'killing' because Covid-19 Depending on the person, it can kill them.