#WritcoPoemChallenge
#CoronaVirus

The days too eventually fell silent,
No sounds, not even by the crows,
All you could hear was the sound of,
Fear knocking on the doors,
Leaving the people to cower,
Left with little or nothing at all.
Hope, where art thou face?

Out there, the claws of the scary virus,
And indoors, the fangs of hunger,
Desperation and misery,
The future looks rather,
Too bleak,
Uncertainty hangs in the air.

The cold wind blew;
Sweeping up a storm,
Leaving a chilling feeling with it.
I watch as the dust rose,
Creating a chaos then settling,
Everything serene and calm,
Like a storm never happened.
Now, when will all this chaos settle?
The days are getting too silent.