I wasn’t sure about posting this one. It was actually written a week or so ago. Although it’s obviously drawn from personal experiences, feelings and emotions I would say it’s more of a semi autobiographical piece.
I’m scared all the time,
living a life full of fear.
This virus attacks the body,
but it can also poison the mind.
My days are spent waiting,
for things to turn horribly wrong.
At night my dreams show me,
the pain of what is to come.
I had some problems before,
took medicine to help me escape.
This time there’s just nothing,
but darkness taking ahold.
It’s hard for me to admit this,
but all I can do is survive.
The guilt will be along later,
I should be better than this.
These words are self indulgent,
but perhaps you feel it too.
Maybe by sharing my fears,
you see you’re not all alone.