Darkness

rrodriguez

My land is bare of happy folk.

Dark clouds are looming in the landscape,

The sun’s shrunken black with smoke.

Where do I go, where do I escape?

 

Dark clouds are looming in the landscape.

The coronavirus is fast advancing.

Where do I go, where do I escape?

Can I make it thru these circumstances?

 

The coronavirus is fast advancing.

They have implemented stay-at-home.

Can I make it thru these circumstances?

Can’t take flight, nor am I free to roam.

 

They have implemented stay-at-home.

My home is my sanctuary.

Can’t take flight, nor am I free to roam.

I keep hearing it’s temporary.

 

My home is my sanctuary.

Where can I escape from the chaos?

I keep hearing it’s temporary.

I rather have this than quietus.

 

Where can I escape from the chaos?

Though I go through the deepest darkness,

I rather have this than quietus.

I pray to God to stop this madness.

  • Author: rrodriguez (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 26th, 2020 12:22
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem to reflect our current situation.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 75
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  • dusk arising

    Wasting your time praying, it doesn't work.... checkout those who prayed yet experienced disaster... or are you a special case LOL.

    Virus virulent here but the sunshine is lovely and it's time to do stuff around the home or your hobby. I've got 12 weeks of enforced isolation in my home and not tearing my hair out... what's the problem? Write more poetry, with time on your hands there's time to perfect it...... encouragement!

    • rrodriguez

      Thank you for reading my poem and for commenting on it. Very encouraging words!

    • Christina8

      Yes I am feeling the blues from this mess too....I guess writing about it helps and here you did a wonderful job!!

    • Goldfinch60

      If there was a god this madness would never have started! We have our words to write and read and I have music to listen to and to play, maybe you can find something new to learn or pick up on something you used to do, strange times - yes but good will come out of them.

      Andy



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