Close your eyes and rest. For the hour of death is upon us.
This chaos brought forth a new extinction that can only become hell if we let it.
As if silencing the barrage of alarms that echo through the midst of this chaotic pandemic.
Click and beeps, of machines, seemingly unreachable near death, experience.
Lost one and then the other a few seconds apart. Loosing hope, loosing a life.
The hour of death is upon us.
Smiles turn into sorrow.
Hope turns into grief.
What should we do? Running from the wind to the seas.
This illness bare no remorse for the ones we lost.
Before this drama and this trauma.
Before the pain and the storm.
Before the deaths and risks we taking, before these walls closes in.
I will take my last breath
This is not my goodbye but merely just a breath release of saying till we meet again.
Rcjoseph