April 4, National Poetry Month
Where do I go?
How do I find meaning in life?
Am I worthy to be sparred this “scourge”?
While all around the world
Death waits for so many
An unseen enemy
Stalker
Covid-19, Poetry, Spring, Written for NaPoWriMo
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