#WritcoPoemChallenge
#CoronaVirus

The days too eventually fell silent,
No sounds, not even by the crows,
All you could hear was the sound of, sirens
Fear knocking on the doors,

You feel your body turning sore
Surges struck you to the core
Living like this, what is this really for?
I've never asked this question, even before.

The weeks turn into a month,
the month becomes a year.
The streets are cold and dark.
the sirens you no longer hear.

Maybe it's all over,
You thought to yourself.
Maybe it's all better,
Maybe everyone now can start over.

You woke up, and turned on the telly.
The news came, it was unbearable
Plague and death, the virus has taken a toll.
You were just living in a dream after all.