The Diary of A Covid Warrior
Saturated thoughts
Commas and semi-colons —you see?
Life did have plenty of those
In the months gone by,
Eking out breaths of hope
From catacombs —cold and grey.
Working out a new sunshine
After each heavy day —
Fighting off symptoms,
Heard and unheard of
Sometimes an almost burning forehead,
At other times, just a running nose!
A painful swallow was never this worrisome, I suppose.
Scarce was the joy —
Just some dangling fairylights,
Bringing home a nugget of flavour
To appease the forgetful tongue
And let it savour
Half the sentence,
Before another comma
Makes way
For yet another semi-colon;
Impeding the once graceful flow of seasons,
Of skies changing colour,
And leaves changing their texture.
Oh! It’s just a semi-colon, dear;
Not a full stop to fear.
The last time I breathed unafraid —
It was yet another December,
At least that’s what I remember!
©NV
