A deep darkness comes And covers the earth And slowly removes Traces of my worth. Ghosts from the past rise Up to smother me With negative thoughts Of untold misery. My strength is gone. Hope has taken wing And left behind a Soul that cannot sing. For Life has changed and Rearranged my days. I am left to grieve All the "old ways." The fear of disease Can hold me captive, While I struggle to Become adaptive. -Yu/stan/kema-
Struggling With COVID-19.
24 Monday Jan 2022
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