Poems for the Pandemic
Ever since I was a child, whenever anything truly significant or troubling happened in my life, I turned to my pen, and my words. Those words were usually in the form of poetry. So today I give you two of those poems. One is positive, one is not. I feel both points of view are valid. The Apocalyptic Flower They said the sightless slayer was coming, But we weren't prepared for battle. So we skittered like cockroaches Under the light To our sequestered places. Empty streets
