There's lightening and thunder outside but no rain,
a dry storm that lights fires that rage for months.

Corona virus is a dry storm, killing all in its path,
aiming at health care workers,
first responders, elderly, and children.

In Italy alone, fifty doctors died. Restrictions
to wear masks, keep physical distance,
and wash hands often. But still people die.

Healthy experts speak of the virus
as an entity that keeps changing and always
stays one step ahead of science.

I find myself humming commercials for meds
that help people breath. I try to fall asleep
without my Melatonin. I ran out days ago.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem