Poem Hour Seven

Season of the Virus

Hidden, locked down, safe indoors,
We wait.

We wait and wait,
Hidden and safe,
Against the creeping virus.

No cure, no vaccine
Unknown illness
Takes it toll
On millions.

Millions infected, like a horror film
An invisible enemy
With no weapons available.
Except one.
Stay at home, stay alone.

We wait, unsure, unknowing.
A new normal is close.
Wash your hands and wear a mask.
Better still – stay at home.
Life slows, we live,
One day at a time.

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