Covid Unit

Coming home again and down I go 
The long basement stairs
I always feel alone

Knowing there's no One who even knows 
How much I tried, before they died, to care or show

When will this nightmare end...
Every winter, here it comes again....
 Strangers laughing to themselves and then...
 I want to hide.

Started with such pride 
To give back to those I loved
Now I'm ready to give up

It's not like me
But this enemy
Does not fight fair
The rooms are bare
Where my heart once bloomed
And I learned  anew
With all my friends
Now it's pretend
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Rodrigues Avatar
November 27, 2021 at 9:00 PM
The sadness and loneliness…hope you find some hope!
Gleason Avatar
December 14, 2021 at 8:03 PM
There is hope in writing and sharing my experiences. Thanks for reading
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