Mar 2020
Sunbeams and periwinkle sky
Birds chirping on the trees outside
Cool, but soft wind's blowing
Grass greening and not stopping
Agh...the breath of fresh air of spring
Feeling up my lungs to their full capacity
Nature's becoming alive again
Let's go out my dear friends
...But wait...THE CORONAVIRUS!
Now we are bound to the inside
Quaritine's up and running
To save us from the deadly disease outside
Oh why, oh why, coronavirus had you came
Ruined my favorite, lovely season of the year
You stole my Fridays and all of the fun
You took my social life and threw out
And now I am miserable at home
While you're probably parading the streets
Of Milan, Paris and basically the world.
God I hope this ends soon enough
Before I lose control and go nuts
Feeling the pressures of inner conflicts
And trying to escape from my own "logic"
Where are my friends ?, I want to see them
Unfortunately, that is not a possibility
The world needs a break from the year's start
Coronavirus, please...soon...be gone.
Birds chirping on the trees outside
Cool, but soft wind's blowing
Grass greening and not stopping
Agh...the breath of fresh air of spring
Feeling up my lungs to their full capacity
Nature's becoming alive again
Let's go out my dear friends
...But wait...THE CORONAVIRUS!
Now we are bound to the inside
Quaritine's up and running
To save us from the deadly disease outside
Oh why, oh why, coronavirus had you came
Ruined my favorite, lovely season of the year
You stole my Fridays and all of the fun
You took my social life and threw out
And now I am miserable at home
While you're probably parading the streets
Of Milan, Paris and basically the world.
God I hope this ends soon enough
Before I lose control and go nuts
Feeling the pressures of inner conflicts
And trying to escape from my own "logic"
Where are my friends ?, I want to see them
Unfortunately, that is not a possibility
The world needs a break from the year's start
Coronavirus, please...soon...be gone.
This is more of a rant ,than a poem, though I really wanted to say some things and writing a poem about them, for me, is one of the best ways to relieve all of my not so nice feelings. The current situation in our world is the worst so far this year and I hope this will end soon , cause sitting at home is quite fine (well not for me , but for most of us) , but obviously the real issue is that people are dying , because of this horrible disease that just keeps on spreading. The only thing I can do about it is to spread awareness and do social distancing +stay at home as much as possible. I wish I could do more to help stop the disease, but I can't, though I'll definitely keep doing what I do, cause even the little contribution counts here.
