Covid 19

A time to suffer
A period of pain
Can be predicted under a second
A story written down on paper
Can never be told someday
As the days go by, lives are lost
A disease with no cure
But  a code used as a weapon
As the clock begins to tick, the number of deaths begins to increase
Strong forces emerge
As we bow and face death as one holding our pain to our chest in pieces of vail.