Perpetual dawn, perpetual night
Sewn on wing of terror’s bird; in full flight
Fear it simmers, then as the frog, it... spawns
Dread, in abundance, as our hope’s furloughed
Serpent sings and hisses... the sound’s the same
Held in suspension; as the virus reigns
Will vaccine’s ladder win back normal life?
Or is our game doomed... we’ll fall when it strikes?
© Debbie Razey 2021 - Violet Moon Poetry.
