Poetry Day: Careless Infector

(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

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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12 Responses to Poetry Day: Careless Infector

  1. L. Marie says:

    Sad but true. This has happened soooooo many tines. 😥

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  2. The downside to relationships

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  3. This is me with every kid who coughs over the table in small groups.

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  4. I understand this one.

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