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Mar 2020
Once sickness
Disease
Sets in
Thoughts of the future become lost
Erased by pain
Suffering
And the thought of death

One must keep their eyes to the ground
See what is right in front of them
I suppose that’s why everyone is scared
Corona virus
Everyone so scared of a virus named after a beer
Corona
Crown

It stalks in the night
Silent
It looks for those in the daylight
It causes people to buy gallons upon gallons of water
Toilet paper
Food
so much food you get sick just thinking about eating it all

People have become the enemy
Friends
Family
Bringing death with them when they enter a room

Possible death lingers in the air
On my skin
Or on a doorknob
Yes you
I am afraid of you
The one who will take me away
My son away
My daughter
My wife

Burn them
**** them
Take them away from me
But what I’m really saying is
Burn me
**** me
Take me away from you

This will not end well
Some will only have their memories to cling to
Pictures of the dead
Others will live in torment
Why did I go there
Why didn’t I stay home

One thing is for sure
The worst is let to come
Written by
Jack Bronson  40/M/California
(40/M/California)   
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