TRAGIC Poem: COVID-19 HAZARD 2021, by Don Stacy II

a muggy season shorn of strength and hope
for terror sears the tips of minds and tongues
as madly through the morning fog I grope
and flaming death invades my coal black lungs

I fear the end of peace and joy and spoil
when fervent bright beloved weeps and masks
thus scorching fevers char and scald and boil
the zeal my soul employs for mortal tasks

I dost yet crave her hips and wildlife lips
though crimson phlegm portends malefic sting
oh ceaseless passion per my soul’s eclipse
united we shall blaze and herald spring

and yet I melt remote from daily touch
forlorn with nothing nigh to heart to clutch

Author: poetryfest

Submit your Poetry to the Festival. Three Options: 1) To post. 2) To have performed by an actor 3) To be made into a film. View all posts by poetryfest