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Apr 5
there is light at the end
But I am blinded before
I see darkness around
Shadows dragging me down

When will this end
How long to wait
Patience is dying breed
Time stops as I bleed
The floor is pristine white

The numbers are multiplying
The news is devastating
I am at my home
Trying to catch my breath

Neighbours are distant
Four feet away is miles apart
My phone rings on
This life is breath-taking
I am zoned out

The doors are locked
The empty streets and fridge
There is no more than eyes meet
The same music on repeat.

It is spreading like wildfire
Precious lives are in danger
Difficult times ahead
No one is prepared
Hoping to give a tough fight.
Druzzayne Rika
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Druzzayne Rika  24/F/Living inside the poetry
(24/F/Living inside the poetry)   
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