after he leaves

when can we
rid ourselves

of his disgusting
dirt that

covers us all
we can’t help

but feel unclean
how long will

it take to
**** out

his poison
from our systems

he has infected
so much

COVID 19
is a virus

CORRUPTION 16-20
is a disease

in the same
bed we were

so far apart
we lost our

words in the
darkness

of our way
a lonely path

we travelled
too many times

we know our
way back to

each other
but sometimes

knowing isn’t
enough

a dancer
dreams

of becoming
light

leaping
and lifting

through the
clouds

towards the
promises of

heaven
lighting

the darkness
that covers

everyone

becoming
a star

find the loose
piece of string

pull on it please
untangle my brain

and when it stops
find the knots

and unravel them

please be careful
and take your time

I am worth it

entering a world

with words
without meaning

the poet is
without words

feelings becoming
a soul disease

a virus

for him or her
or whatever form

this creature takes

the poet knows
there is no point

to live in this world
poets do not write

words they dance
with meanings

and in a world
without meaning

the choose to
speak through

their silence

it happens
and sometime

later we notice
we left

where we were
and it feels like

we can’t stop
and even if

we did

we are so
far away

we could
never climb

out and get
back to

anywhere near
where we were

we start to
remember

the voices
warning us

the voices
we couldn’t

hear when we
started to fall

when we didn’t
know were

falling

happiness is
a butterfly

it lands on
us from

time to time
live in its

beauty and
peace

when it
chooses you

and grant
it the freedom

to leave
when it

is time
don’t worry

your time
will come

again