#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.
Anxiety was brewing at peak levels.
Who will get sick?
Will they get well?
A quarantine is in effect, and social distancing a new must.
Fear races through the minds of many.
The fear of unknown outcomes rises.
Crowds have haulted.
Mask covered faces hide from the possibility of infection.
Panic rises among even family and friends.
Surrendering to the Will.
No fear or worry.
There is no need to burden myself with grief and unknown outcomes.
My control is in me.
I'll handle what requires my attention.
The rest is uncontrollable and not yet known to exist.
The germs will mutate, maybe add, subtract, multiply or divide.
No need to worry till our worlds collide.
Only then will I fight this germ.
Invaders of parasitic form need a host.
I choose to not be hospitable.
Sorry please germ go away, get lost.
Your just not worth the cost.