Covid Your Head Will Explodid, Take a Break
Global virus economic silence pandemic widens same boat sharks swimming beside us though nobody can see them we know in this season they swim in the seas stalking beneath where we cannot see shadows deceive shapes in the deep as our boat’s creeping along slowly creaking a long row-tating weezie flow-making weakens wear us beaten and at distance speaking as our mouths are leaking what deceases and never a weekend rotate repeat go sleep eat and when we’re snoring we hold hope in dreams not warring awaken morning the day is storing the same old boring yep a sure thing sketched out by coughs we mask breathing aware must not ignore people some detach get lost the last we see them for their mind no match for these surreal scenes which stun we’re seemingly done can’t manoeuvre or overcome this virus stumped unusual everyone sinks and slumps they drink get drunk think it’s won oh no we’re done left undone numerals of the dead stack up and up and tomorrow up again more funerals death backed up and up the sorrow extends no ends intense the trend doctors nurses politicians all sense more hurses and funeral services going in circles as we search for cures that time stalls poor results chalk and board brainstorm once more wait cure and it’s still spreading as hospital bedding feels more dead skin first hand experience in every head but herd immunity starts to set in spreading the community as you were for you and me and we start doing things stop doodling poems, it’s long this because it was flowing, and when it does that I keep going, we started off in a boat rowing, sharks below no covid and know this take a break from it or your head will explodid
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2020
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