(Well . . . This poem was disturbingly prophetic.)
I hear you coughing
With nothing in your way
Spraying toxic spit
In the air I breathe
Forcing me to join you
In a fevered bed of pain
No one to care for us
Because we are too ill
You refuse to fight the virus
Hiding in a whimpering heap
Leaving me to push myself
Prolonging my disease
While you recover fast
And run off to join the world
Abandoning me to suffer
With the virus you have left me
Sad but true. This has happened soooooo many tines. 😥
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And I wrote this before covid n
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You did??? Wow!!
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Yeah. All these poems are from 2014/2015.
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The downside to relationships
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Pretty much.
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😊
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This is me with every kid who coughs over the table in small groups.
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I’ve seen so many kids cough without covering this week. It’s unnerving.
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I understand this one.
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It’s universal.
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