Rahman, Afsana, Procession of Death

Procession of Death

Afsana Rahman

A monster (Covid19) is out there, Looking for humans’ bodies to enter. People dying every single day The morgue is overflowing with bodies. Shutdown roads, Shutdown restaurants The days are getting harder, There is no hope for a better tomorrow. Dangerous to work and go out Warning signs, posters hanging everywhere Wear masks keep distancing yourself.

Sweet home is prison now. One little symptom can Separate you from loved ones. No matter how much you Love your family, If you are a victim You must maintain the rules 14-days of self-Isolation. When things are worse Death would be guaranteed.

Imagine, How hard to accept When you look death in the eyes and You are in isolation from everyone. For the last time You cannot hold your partner’s hands, You cannot hug your parents,kids. When time is up You will realize We were born alone and die alone.

Autumn

Malika Sultonova

Again, the autumn upon us Brown turn the falling leaves Capturing beauty and depression Drowning us in thoughts of past

Everything is getting ready for winter Feathers of birds are changing Grass is ready to hide under snow How I am going to miss the warmth of the sun

Lockdown

Kelsey Lorrens

The world was in lockdown, Every person was watching the news. I feel like the idea of normal was knocked down.

The world was in total shutdown, The world has a case of the blues. The world was in lockdown.

The Government will not stand down. Everyone will just have to make do, I feel like the idea of normal was knocked down. Everyone was in a money drought. The positive was everyone’s heart grew. The world was in lockdown. Some people turned a blind eye it appeared too, Some people need to learn some news is true.

I feel like the idea of normal was knocked down. Although I understand the fear too, This just means it’s not something to whiz through. The world was in lockdown, I feel like the idea of normal was knocked down.

Beyond the Window

Matthew L. Marling

Thoughts of happiness from our lives before we were forced to look out tightly locked doors. Our eyes now focused on loved ones who died, paying close attention to emotions they cried.

We cling to a hope with bright and better days, eager for the end of these dark and miserable ways. One day this will end and we’ll put it all behind with tranquil memories of the lost within our minds.