What Will Meet Me First
I am staring through the windows
gasping the air, choking my throat
The Air seems like never before .
But Nothing seems to shaken
what my Eyes behold,
Fore sightedness of What will Meet me first?
I look by the remains of how much
Until I can afford Stillness,
Togetherness of silence is in
the faith I am exaggerating to my children .
My Deepened breaths carry inability ,
a way through has to come as a Miracle
Something that can eradicate months of infection
before starvation evades our kingdom.
Threat to survival doesn’t lessen
as we begin to isolate,
It thrives in our Mind,days
before it takes over our stomach.
Counting moments before the catastrophe engulfs us down
or cries will start even before it reaches our town,
The empty street will soon be loosing its silence
What will Meet Me first ? I am still deciding .
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