
WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!
It’s the first of the month and you know what that means! Poets, choose your own syllabic poetry form, theme, words, images, etc. It’s up to you!
My poem is an Etheree. It is about my mother in law. Who has been ill since 13th April with Covid19, it is now attacking her brain. MIL is 100years old.
Silent Fear

Torture, trapped here never to move again
Lost, alone in this dark place, of pain.
I will not stop I won’t give in.
But my strength is wearing thin.
Where’s the door, where’s the key
I need to fly free.
Machines beep beep,
I need sleep
Set me
Free.
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This Covid19 is a Bastard