A prayer

I ache, sometimes forsake my vision,
I question although my doubts in remission.
Such times of sombre, solitude and shadow, most of us lay, succumbed and harrowed to a path of uncertainty, general worry and dismay, as a minority I ponder the affray, the acts of ignorance from others who have believe, that there's nothing to fear and little to grieve.
Tis true that most flower and march into the light, but we must not forget those whom allured by the light, a last breath in parting, unawares in the morn, that today was there last and now their loved ones in mourn.
stay home, stay safe and do what you must, we will fight this, well survive this, our kind is robust!