His long white jacket with his clean cut style
"there is nothing more we can do"
he spoke for awhile.
My mind drifted with the chill in the air
numb and wounded
no sign of emotion or care.
My body, my mind, never at ease
this virus that is growing
has taken its toll on me.
Do I tell my loved ones that my time is few
see that look in their eyes
knowing that our dreams will never come true.
I am not a writer or an open book
hiding my life from the ones I hold dear
unloading all my emotions for stargers to hear.