Coronavirus Iii
Climbing the walls
or are they holding me?
Really anxiety is a slow moving plague;
Over the lingering fear;
Not a question, not an answer
always excusing irrational behavior;
Viral spread of ‘You better listen’
ignoring the slow decline of freedom;
Radical screams pepper no substance;
Under the mask is the real virus
slowly smothering independence.
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