An unwritten law in unwanted infectious times, Society’s bedrock shattered by tiny invaders, A dry cough the ultimate crime without parole, The rest of us are a bunch of loo roll raiders.
The silence is pressing against my numb eardrums, Not even broken by a solitary fly buzzing, These four stark whitewashed walls my scenic view, Differences between day and night fuzzing.
Streaks of light kissing her right cheek gently, As she lays exposed on the ruckled bed, Making her unexpectedly stir and stretch out, Running fingers through hair on her head.
I had my soul mate making my life so good, Every day I woke up with you by my side, Your snuggles were so warm and comforting, I was excited to be making you my bride.
Bare bundles of branches like burnt spaghetti blew, As a storm that grew so big it has a name, Wreaking havoc with wind and rain as it swirled past, Tossing trampolines on train tracks its game.
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Eyes that have seen a million images stare back, Foggier than before the years of daily use, Misty blue rings round two black holes in space, Dulling after the years of nature’s abuse.
An arid ash covered land which still steams, Fires sped along burning rubber to carbon, Everything was consumed by this hungry beast, With flaming eyes and sympathy for no one.
Yes I know I’m not an expect at this action, Being in a wheelchair most of my waking life, I’ve never strolled down the shops or the pub, But other people’s walking is giving me strife.
A grey expanse hovers above the gloom, Matching the feelings of mass despair, A muted landscape of colourless features, Black skeletons of trees hanging bare.
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