#SilentConfessions

It was twenty nineteen,
Month of September in seventeen,
Black around and not green,
Grand father was gone.

You were seating at home,
Where did disease come from!?
You were fine and warm,
Doing what you usually perform

But one day you were lying,
As you tried to speak,
You seemed to be dying,
Yet you tried to speak.

Wanting to speak secret truth,
But you...