“A historical pandemic”
Brushed into the the year
Three months, a smooth run
A warning was given
Taking vaccines as instructed.
As expected,
the stubborn ones won't listen
As they take the virus to their graves.
A hundred yesterday
A thousand today
What would be of tomorrow
Amongst the surviving.
Prophecies had been placed
Either true or false
A month stay should say.
Locked within the four walls
Are creatures
Hidden from extinction.
We plop on our beds
Looking upon our devices
for support
While our beloved
Become victims for a massacre
Alive yet regarding
Hiding not praying
Starving from lack of food
Cause of this virus they speak off.
...hoping you love wet poetry❣️❣️
JE LEEST
Wet poetry
PoëziePoetries of love, Romance, Depression, life, joy, hatred, anger, death...all in one. Words on paper that struck my heart with emotions... allowing tears to drop...like rain from above... making my cheeks soak from tears...with an inevited need...
