My plague
My chest is tight
I'm burning up
My cough cuts
Spewing infected cells
Into the face of a thousand men
And I'm laughing
Amused by my faith
The doctors lurk
Behind clouded masks
Staring at me
Through splintered glass
"When will he die,
We need the bed"
Not long now
I'm nearing my end
It stings, this suffering
But liberating at least
To know that death exists
To know he has begun his feast
I need to depart
My heavy feet
Have stomped on
long enough
This virus
This plauge
It's just the start.
Comments
Hi Gerard good inciteful and thought provoking,write.
Thank you, just a another scare tactic I believe.
Relevent is what comes to my mind. Again...a very powerful write Gerard, I think this new virus will devastate the world...possibly bring us to our knees and humble us. I believe we are currently underestimating its power, I hope I'm wrong 💕
I hope so too, it must be terrible over there, I pray for those people.
Woah on behalf of a corona virus victim?? Wow congrats on being selected of the nominees for this is a fabulous poem. Darkish and scary quite cuts to the bone as this virus spreads worldwide. Kudos.
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Thank you
Great poem 😬 Abit scary
Thank you Wendy.
We have,In recent times, have quite a few scares..Ebola, Sars and now this. I have friends stocking their cupboards preparing for a seige one would think is just around the corner...I guess I am a little more cynical these days and advocating thorough handwashing before preparing and eating food, encouraging people to use hankerchiefs to catch coughs and sneezes, avoiding crowded places where possible ( cinema/theatres and restaurants) and waiting and seeing if this is more a scare tactic rather than a pandemic...I think it will get a little worse before it gets better..but better it WILL get..love the edginess to this piece Gerard and the slightly sardonic tone you have given it..An altogether good read my friend and a worthy nomination! Lodigiana x
Personally I think my poem " the plague" is one of thee worst poems I ever wrote and certainly does not deserve a nomination, it's my typical boring monotone scare crap, there is much better works out there that should be nominated.
As for the theme, I believe this will get worse before it gets better, I recently watched a program on Netflix called " pandemic", it's actually scary how we are so fragile, the flu is what will wipe us out.
Thanks for your kind comment lodigiana.
oh this hits like a brick , a skull fractured insight on recent events..
to be segregated alone feels like the beginning of a slow death alone and defeated .
I'm thinking the casualties of a medieval science project , population growth being monitored and addressed .
I think your right and we just had our first case announced here in the republic of Ireland, it's not so much the virus I'm concerned about, it's the panic and fear that spreads faster, people loose there rags here, this time two years ago we had a snow storm called " the beast from the east" the whole country was shut down for a week, cars were burnt, supermarkets were raided, chaos ensued in the poor regions.
Just imagine the government telling everyone to stay inside,
I can't even begin to imagine how these areas will react.
" It, is being so cheerful, that, keeps you going ? " You, have to realize when the end, is nigh. And, use time, well. With appropriate reverence to the want of loved ones.
They, probably, wish you, to go out with a " bang " ! Not, a whimper.
If, you, are inclined to give. Right, at the end.
Hope springs, eternal,.....and, should last, to effect, any situation. However, dire. Look, to light, for direction. To, be remembered. :) :)
Artistic composition, with merit. Nice touches, to, a powerful message. Sent, with care !