Gone Viral – A poem for our times.

 

 

Life is quite strange at the moment

It’s bizarre, it’s weird and completely surreal

Like an old-time disaster movie

Waiting for the villain to finally reveal

His twisted scheme for world domination.

And so, Covid-19 has been released

Threatening mankind and all of creation

An obituary for the deceased.

If we heed the advice we’ve been given

And stay at home for our own survival

We may yet find we’ll come through fine

It may bring about humankind’s revival.

No more selfishly thinking of ourselves

No more being, by crowds, pushed and shoved.

By staying indoors and being dependent

We find out that we are truly loved.

We may feel at times, scared and delicate,

Adrift in a sea of doubts and cares.

But we are all in this boat together

And togetherness can beat despairs.

So, I bring you this one and final thought,

That turns this whole disaster on its head

There is always a silver lining of a sort,

So, think about this positively instead.

It’s strange that a deadly virus, although

it’s keeping us all apart, however,

Also appears to be the very thing

that has brought us all much closer together.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 24 March 2020

 

This poem was written in the hope of spreading some positivity in these desperate times.

I have included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/03/24/obituary/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/03/24/rdp-tuesday-delicate/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/03/24/your-daily-word-prompt-adrift-ydwordprompt-march-24-2020/

FOWC with Fandango — Dependent

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/03/25/together/

 

50 Word Thursday – Running Towards Freedom

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“I took a deep breath, put my hand on the doorknob and unlocked the door.” – Christiana Miller – Somebody Tell Aunt Tillie She’s Dead

 

The lighthouse had been a beacon of hope for many years for those adrift on the rough seas. It had guided vessels to safe harbour and prevented many a sailor from ending up in an obituary.

People had become dependent on the light and for that reason, I have sacrificed my life for the greater good. I have remained in the lighthouse ensuring the beacon remained lit, for ten years I have toiled and seen no one. I have lived a life of solitude and now my tenure has ended and I can leave, my place was taken by a new victim.

I found myself feeling scared, vulnerable and delicate. My heart raced and my breath turned shallow and fast as panic threatened to overwhelm me like a tidal wave.

Then, I took a deep breath, put my hand on the doorknob and unlocked the door and ran towards freedom.

[150 words]

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge, This week hosted by Deb Whittam, click on the link below to see her post:

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2020/03/20/50-word-thursday-64/

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/03/24/obituary/

FOWC with Fandango — Dependent

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/03/24/your-daily-word-prompt-adrift-ydwordprompt-march-24-2020/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/03/24/rdp-tuesday-delicate/