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 .