Dark times ....
Desperate crestfallen
Wished we'd never seen,
The dark specters carrying roses
days we'd hide.........
Crying ,
waiting for the stench to subside.......
Seems like it never did.....
Hope and happiness slid....by the wayside, pungent flames
Consume
Remains of those whom.
Carried
Pockets full of posy.
Bodies  piled high lock down in quarantine.h00ùrrr44
Plumes of smoke.....
Followed you
piled high ,
in quarantine,