Can you hear the ragged gasps
of those suffering in their beds,
ready to accept the end?
Onlookers thank the blessing,
nay, the timing of youth.
Abrasive ignorance
views themself invincible
in the face of the mindless scourge.
Racing the clock, praying to science.
Under quarantine, markets left empty.
Survival is but another number.
~....~
Stay safe, everyone. <3
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
