#covid
#metaphor
#imagery

You are just a lonely street --
Or the white and clean paper sheet;
That is blown by the whispers --
Of winds that came from China.
And lonesome book in the shelf,
Covered in dust and mite bitten;
Or some bookworm to dig in --
The holes into your mind.
You were in the dark and coldest room,
Where boredom have you groomed --
A tuxedo for a funeral to prep you --
Then the ravens and black roses --
Will carry you out from China,
To a place called Gehenna.
© Anonymous Pseudonym