The Haunting Virus
A poem about coronavirus and the pandemic
A variant virus
Hits us
It's like a cold
Come to cry
It's like the flu
Achy and dry
On my son's shoulders
As he struggles and strives
He fights a battle
His back arching
Achieving
A goal, as he gains
More pain
His shoulders shambling
His arms shaking
It clamps and clutters
His throat
Tickling pickling
Scratching spreading
Traveling veiling
Leaving a stain.
But alas
It springs to my
Brother's back
It ails him
As he lays still in the night
Sweating like slaves
Wallowing in the wars
Hating the days
His breath
Lingers with a little light
In his peaky pale cheeks.
Suddenly,
They are both alive
Their sweats settle
Their pain diminishes
Their strength striving
Their consciousness reviving
All is well once again
The virus vanishes
Seeking spreading its strain
Swindling its way
Slicing through
The skin of another soul.
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©️ Denise Larkin 2021. All Rights Reserved.
Also published on Medium.com
About the Creator
Denise Larkin
A writer with a BA in Arts & Humanities (specialism Creative Writing), studying for an MA in Creative Writing, writes poetry and fictional short stories. The author of Time to Run, The Island of Love, Darkness, and The Non-Human.
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