Virus
By michelle hoult •
Slightly wavering my body
No protection to shield
Nothing now to stand in its way
I fall motionless like autumn leaves
Now withered and torn
Tremendous differences occur
My body wrestles good and bad
Who will win the battle?
I am in limbo awaiting conclusions
Day and night merge
I lapse into daydreams and nightmares.
I wait
No flattering the virus engulfs me
Invasion and conquering
Can I muster a defence?
Line up the forces of good and stand fast
No body snatching necessary
Not giving in