It is absurd to think we have one day
to live free without the sickness and pain
While the rest of the days are filled with gloom
Making the clouds want to cry down like rain.
The world is no longer an open book
For anyone to read when they need it
Leading us into reality’s grasp
With the hope of all remaining unsplit.
We can no longer live with the freedom
To go where we want when we want to go
For the sickness is hovering above
we have no knowledge of how fast or slow.
Listen to the rain to wash away fear
With faith and hope we live another year.
©2020 CBialczak
Written for dVerse Poet’s Pub Open Link Night #262: https://dversepoets.com/
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