My body becomes weaker
As the flicker of happiness fades
My soul is entangled
In mood swings that come and go
I’m left on this bed
( Not one visitor allowed)
Laboriously trying to grasp my last breath
I await my date
Listening to the tic tock of time
As the clock’s arms dances
The rhythm of my breathing is interrupted by involuntarily coughs
It’s these coughs that has reduced the quality of my life
As my life depreciate in slow motion
Let oh ! Lord a miracle vaccine happen
And destroy this “thing”
That has made my life miserable
I pray not to loose my top
And arise above my bitterness
The Lord will embrace my loneliness
Hope is my only precious possession
The sun will arise
Chasing this blackness away