London today, is our bewildered ghost
town,
its people have fled, alongside the summer heat.
Those who remain, all wear the same worried frown,
as they walk down each sad and abandoned street.
Covid rules as king, in the labyrinth of London now,
boasting rapid victories with each empty
store
Leaves fall, as the disease takes its next evil bow -
and the audience are forced to leave us once more.
YOU ARE READING
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PoesíaA place for poems. One year. 365 poems. A challenge, a journey - a quest to be a better writer.
