In the middle of this disease
Pandemic, war and more fees
I forgot what comfort is
Stress and relieve become synonyms.
Bad times, but greater minds
The future is now an old past.
But, maybe, for a minute or two
There are things that they can’t do:
Stealing the bonds, love and life.
A long breath or just the feeling of not knowing what comes next
Is a comfort that I can achieve best.
Loneliness doesn’t seem so difficult
When I burry myself with the thought:
Will I be safe here or not?
Maybe it is hard to find an answer
But I know that time is a very good challenger.
Only hope and positivity remain
To make my comfort gain.
About the Creator
Andreea Oprea
Hello, it is so nice that I discovered this platform. I love writing since I was little and always had a lot of ideas of stories and poems. I hope that my experiences and creativity will touch your heart!
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