Covid 19-2 Poem by Edmundo Farolan

Covid 19-2



A second wave?
That's what they're saying.
You know the news.
Always sensational.
But it could be true.
Five months now
I've quarantined myself.
But I hate masks.
I never wear a mask.
And I go out only once a week.
For groceries.
So that's my life:
Eat, sleep, write and watch Netflix.
How long will this last?
Who knows.
Maybe more fake news:
"The government has announced
That Covid 19 is gone."
Not for a while though.
Maybe in the next few months?
Who knows.

Monday, July 27, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: sickness
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