The Common Struggler

As the sun begans to set,

Her breathing grows faint,

Gasping for the next breath,

She prays for relief..

That God’s mercy

Brings her to those Golden Streets…

Where water flows, in the clearest

Sparkling blue…

Where hugs are tight and love is

Abundant… the place where every

Face carries a smile, and speaks

A friendly greeting!

Every inch of her body aches,

The weight of the world rests

On her chest, it’s agonizing.

The night’s black is terrifying,

So cold and lonely…

She hates this virus..

It’s death without an

official time call.

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