Written for: Poetic Bloomings2 – InForm Poet: Dizain
I cannot breathe inside this mask
nor get my fingers to fit the glove,
but I must do what has been asked.
We need to protect the ones we love,
and those on earth whom we are a part of.
Invisible killer thrives among us
affecting young and old. We trust
vaccine will soon be available.
It seems we’ve fallen behind the bus
in equipment being attainable.