Epidemic

Epidemic

A Poem by Ghost writer

The mask is my prison,
epidemic,
tell me not to breath,
save me,
tiny monsters linger,
they look for us every day,
sometimes they find us,
sometimes they stay away,
sometimes the harm they cause is small, sometimes it's not,
tiny monsters,
worry,
Worry about the tiny monsters,
But where do the big monsters hide,
Six feet away,
Not six feet under,
Tell me not to breath,
Save me,
Monsters don't have faces anymore,
Tiny monsters have more humanity,
They're not scary,
Trapped in a mask like a grave,
Hey,
When we all die we'll still be six feet away,
Social distance the dead just in case,
Tell me not to breath,
Save me from the tiny monsters,
But let the big monsters devour me.

© 2021 Ghost writer


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Monsters don't have faces anymore,
Tiny monsters have more humanity,
They're not scary,
Trapped in a mask like a grave,

Love this part, I feel like this in this pandemic that we're going through right now.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Ghost writer

3 Years Ago

I know, this was how I let out my frustration on the matter. Thanks for the comment

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Added on January 19, 2021
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I'm a ghost, part of me is, part of me is a shadow but we don't talk about that part. We lock that part in the closet and don't let it reach us. I am also a writer. P.S. formerly known as WeakFreak more..

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