Numbers / poem #Covid19

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Numbers
Go up each day
A bed emptied
A coffin buried
A second ago they smiled,
Everything should’ve been alright.

I cried, as the coffin business sadly strikes the millionaire record
As the queue outside the mortuary is the same as the one outside the liquor store
There is no comfort, or an answer
As to how we can survive these disasters
The blue sky is wrecking,
With smoke, anguish and ashes.
The night sky is glowing with a million more stars
A child gets to mourn his loss
And we get to mourn the pain that isn’t ours.

A bit of a gamble for some
While it leaves me scared and numb
Numbers as people
People as sufferers
My longing hope that withers.
Uncertainly as the pill
Forced down the throat.
I have to hear the terrifying stories
Some out of breath, while some feel choked.

On the pavements, people pause their journey back home
The numbers dont show the demise of their shattering hope
Abrasive manner of power
Abusive manner of mankind.
Witnessing it before our eyes.
Helplessly we turn off the news,
While letting the early musings linger yet again in our minds.

The ones lying sleepless under the sky
The ones trapped inside
We all get to watch the numbers
As they go up,
And up.

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I tried my best to sum everything up about this pandemic. It is terrifying and heartbreaking, and at this point I don’t have much words of wisdom. Hope everyone is safe and sound.

Love, A. ♡