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CoronaVirus, Courage, Covid19, Death, Death Poems, Dying, Fear, Fear of Death, Freedom, Hope, Infinite, Life, Loneliness, Loss, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Survival, The Universe, This Pendant World
Wasn’t everyone born
thinking
they belong
here forever,
even death,
we hide
behind closed doors
praying it will passover
us,
the ones we love,
cling to,
this earth,
how it swings
on its chain,
from cold days,
to warm—our lives,
like seasons,
which go on and on;
how can it go on
without us?