Hiding From 2020
Year 2020 is a murderer
Taking us down one by one
Or two by two
With a virus, a wild fire, a tsunami
She is lurking behind the door waiting for her turn at me
I hide under my bed, because she kills the most people at night
In their sleep when they die of fright, afraid of 2020,
wondering what she has planned for them
upon the morrow
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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