nothing left about happy times,
but i still try to find some shining lines.
nothing but dust, dirt, war, disease,
what good  is left to write in a poem,
i cant find anything, so frustrating, but true,
i know you feel this too, so lets just breathe.
lets just forget this year, this poems tell me so,
think about the bright sunshine mankind lived in,
and prepare for the days of joy that are yet to go.
all alone we are, but still so close,
this poem will stay in your heart,
telling you to close your eyes,
and reminding you of your beautiful memories,
i think in this time this much is suffice.