COVID-19
COVID-19 is the master thief
Wretched and cold.
It steals more than just the lives
Stole my all my sanity and my leif
Now I can’t hold
My love; whose heart beat’s my drive
Coronavirus is the best giver
Freely gifting
Endless amounts of sorrow
On our lonely world, it shivers
Slowly shifting
Under the bulk of tomorrow
SARS-CoV-2 is the keeper of last words
Preserves each breath
And syllables one has said
Wants them secret to question your self-worth
If God gave death
To your love should you have gone instead?
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