Day 55
Searching for some comfort inside the bottle clear
Looking for redemption but it never gets too near
Grasping for some answers to a problem not yet understood
This coronaviral plague keeps coursing thru my blood
An overwhelming deluge of information bleak
Robs your natural capacity to reason and to speak
Retreating and escaping from the contact we so crave
Inside our personal cocoons we trust that we’ll be saved
The future has been stolen from the ones who need it most
A lost generation wandering, everyone a potential host
Where once the light shone brightly to uplift and give them hope
There now is dangling from each branch the end of hangman’s rope
Variety of opinions but of value there is none
A contradictory cavalcade that changes on the run
You scroll thru screens and pages of the scientific flood
No peer reviews nor time to think, nothing yet to cleanse my blood
It’s like a neighborhood that’s over run by gangs that rule with force
They shout their dominance over all in voices raw and hoarse
No escaping from this scourge, it finds your thin cocoon
Jaws snap shut and grip intense, you’re now on the edge of doom
The joy that should be prevalent in every season’s spring
Has crumbled and dispersed like pollen in the wind
We’re left with little but a blackened sense of dread
Those aromatic loaves devolve to hardened darkened bread
Its biblical, relentless in its march to bring an end
To life and love that once was pure and whole in every friend
This coronaviral plague keeps rushing place to place
It finds a way to get behind the camo on your face
Is there an end or will it be a loss of innocent reverie
Can we fight a foe so strong and if so what’s the end
How long before we gain, the upper hand and say
We beat the plague, we overcame, we killed the pain today
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