#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,
The people are weary,
Scared and teary,
Waiting to hear how many victims and wondering who's next,
it's like a dream that never fades.

The cries of people are heard,
"Why did he have to die this way?''...