Lines Form in the Underworld.

It’s a sinking kind of sadness,

Times been cut short,

Some stand by this madness,

Malpractice is now its own sport.

We could have been saved,

They weren’t concerned,

We climbed the second wave,

One hundred and thirty thousand graves.

By the third our hope is in sight,

Trials have been successful,

The vaccine will end our plight,

The year of lockdowns has been stressful.

Variants engulf the world,

A fourth wave stands above us,

Lines form in the underworld,

We’re told hindsight while we fuss.

This week I was inspired by the news, here in the UK a lot of accusations have been made, and they have made me perpetually sad.

It could all be nonsense, or made up of a million lies, but even just the thought of it haunts me.

As always stay safe, thank you so much for taking the time to read my new poem, and let’s hope we get out of this soon.

Almost double vaccinated,


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Reading about Politics makes me so Anxious!

No matter what side of the political aisle you may sit at there’s always going to be times in your life where the government may have stressed you out, but for me, right now seems like a giant ball of stress in my chest.

In the past few years, differing political factions have both been caught up in acts of aggression against the other side and it is beginning to remind me of a time in my early life as I watched my government start to lock people up for being like me.

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