#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 overpowering creak of the door runs chills down the spine as it cracks open witha sudden gush of venomous wind that's horrid enough to choke the soul.
Trapped inside soon the prisoners turned against themselves and each one seems to...