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/
Stine Writing 
Your piece speaks volumes! Well done and thank you for following PeotryPalette.
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Thank you
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My pleasure!
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Most of us will manage well even if we get sick… but we have to stay by ourselves for a while. I have been home for three weeks at the moment, working from home.
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I pray for rain, sunshine and lots of hope in the coming weeks. Thanks for linking up with dVerse.
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This speaks to so many’s worries.
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I like the idea of the world as an open book. Closed now like a door.
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Well done! I like your hopeful ending. Love this line… Making the clouds want to cry down like rain.
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Thank you. Trying to feel as positive as possible.
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That is the best way to be.
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Nice last line. And this one: “The world is no longer an open book “
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Thank you!
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