Coronavirus Stained
As I walked down the street it hit me.
It was silence, invisible, and my poor health was it's key.
I tried all to fight it, drop after pill of medicines.
The fear it brings is high and menacing.
I stay locked away in my apartment until this virus decides to let us be.
Copyright © Marisa Moynihan | Year Posted 2020
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