All around the fires burned, the smoke stung my eyes.
We were trapped again.
Last time it was Covid.
Like a child spurned, throwing tantrums,
she wreaked havoc.
Trashing businesses, stirring hate,
causing riots with her mischievousness.
Like an impudent child that couldn't rest
she caused me more distress.
The irony of it all, my seclusion--once my friend,
Now taunts me like the fires in our town...
burning it down, becoming our enemy-
like Covid's child.
She ripped away my blanket, exposed me to the world,
to the masks...that in an ironic twist of fate...
became a muzzle to the DEAF world.
our hands back in chains,
Like a fire all around-
Is Covid's child.