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The war against a virus

I don’t have to close my eyes anymore,
To see the nightmare creep towards me,
Slowly and slowly,
Almost enjoying the fear,
Rising in my body.

Man in a gas mask with Dramatic effects

I can feel the goosebumps,
I can feel the helplessness,
As I bring out everything,
To shield, to protect,
To build this fort of ours,
Yet everything seems puny.

I see known faces fall,
I see known faces cry,
A battle we will win,
But the cost,
Beyond imagination.

Shiver runs down the spine,
As I try to restrict my mind,
To stop predicting the future,
To stop its imaginations.

Yet everything fails,
When I see it lurking,
From few feet away,
Looking.
Analyzing.
A way in,
Into this fort.
A way past,
The shields and protections.

Often in battles we reach the point,
Where fear becomes an ally, rather than an enemy,
I feel inching towards that point,
In this battle of ours,
With lost hope,
We are left with nothing to lose,
And the end seems inevitable,
So we do the only thing we can,
FIGHT!
We fight back with all our might!

We may win to live!
We may win to say goodbye!

But we must,
Stay strong
&
FIGHT!

©onerandompoet

A note from the author:
To win this fight against the virus. Do what the doctors tell you to do.
Be safe. Keep others safe.
To those who have lost someone, I pray that soul of your loved ones attain peace, and that you stay strong.
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  1. bnmMay 1, 2021 at 6:56 PM

    It has been put so well into words.

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    1. ONE RANDOM POETJuly 2, 2021 at 9:15 PM

      Thank you for the encouraging words! I am humbled!!

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