Does hither come when called to come hither?
No. It comes knocking in the dead of dusk
Words cannot be heard when they’re so bitter
Leaving you as empty as a hollow husk
They say expect the unexpected but is it possible
When the unexpected is not even a possibility?
Shock comes to sadness comes to boredom comes to misery
Previous connections and conversations become past history
Waiting for a ping or a ding, got a notif! ... It's delivery
One more game couldn’t hurt, press play again, one more victory?
Mindless repeat, endless habit, was yesterday today or is tomorrow yesterday?
Laying in bed is comfort but if comfort is everything, what is the feeling of pain?
Leaving has never looked so thrilling
An unsettling emptiness and constant danger
The winter air has never felt so chilling
Carefully measured proximity with a stranger
A thin dagger up my nose with a clutching vise of fear
The dreaded text arrives with a bold red “positive” for each of us
Disbelief comes to worry comes to worry comes to worry
The spread despite our efforts have us medicated in a hurry
As The Wicked Man from Below comes to stalk and to bury
Everything starts to mix until the world becomes too blurry
Loud wailing and quiet whispers, coughing and blood
Solidarity had been a blessing yet how could we have caught Its attention
The youth rise up to the challenge while the elders lag behind
Heavy responsibility, too sudden to comprehend
Too many tasks taken granted for what you come to find
In the face of an invisible enemy you didn’t mean to offend
Let me weave you a tale of the suffering of many
Why it's better to listen to the advice of the knowledgeable
If they say don't go out, just become a recluse
If they say wear a mask make sure it's not too loose
If they say to stand apart, stay apart, don't be abstruse
Listen to the words of the knowledgeable, there's simply no excuse
