#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,
Our most cherished place of comfort,
Became our prison,
The enemy was different,
weapons could not destroy it,
The best brains could not understand it,
We had to seek help from the supernatural in what ever way we knew how to.