The Virus: A Sonnet

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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