Monday, June 27, 2022

Covid Is Here


Photo by Sarah Kilian on Unsplash



Contemplating life

pondering death

all because

Covid is here

touching all things

I hold dear

I did my best

followed all the rules

used all the tools

vacce'd and masked

still, it pierced my defenses

now I face all the consequences


Covid is here

as it ravages and burns

I've come to terms

there will be no rest

not with this unwelcome guest

so I stumble and stagger

a human half dead

filled with disease

and plenty of dread


Covid is here

It haunts through the night

tossing and turning

my body fights

this invasive intruder

as it tests and taunts

all my weakest spots

the pain unbearable

the rest denied, unendurable


Covid is here

and I'm trying to survive

praying for reprieve

I have to believe

all my preparations

will eventually payoff

but days in

this evil is not backing off

and I've no more tools


Covid is here

It's not fair

I did everything right

but no matter the caution,

or how hard you fight

this sneaky devil

always had you in its sights


Covid is here

a parasite that

subjugates your body

befuddles your brain

I thank God

at least

the soul is free

of this unholy beast


Please understand

I don't fear death

I'd welcome the change

I just don't want

to give Covid

any more fame!


Yolanda Renee © 2022


Monday, June 13, 2022

WEP - Please Read The Letter

It's that time again. A new prompt for all those who love a challenge. Are you ready to take up the baton?

It's simple really, the important part is to remember to have fun! Here's my version called My Letter.

Tagline: Unrequited love - a curse

Photo by Álvaro Serrano on Unsplash

My Letter

 Please, read my letter

return to sender

cuts to the core

why have you discarded me

why am I spurned

 please read my letter

it details my love

I gave to you wholly

my heart and soul

I belong to you only

 please read my letter

you’ll see it’s all true

I didn’t betray you

lies were construed

vengeance out of the blue

 please read my letter

my devastation runs deep

the devil has spoken

and I am broken

still, your memory I keep

please read my letter

your answer might be the cure

for the constant replaying

of love-filled nights

and memories so pure

please read my letter

nothing could be worse

unless love one-sided

was meant to be

my curse

Yolanda Renée © 2022