Pandemic

Listening to the music

watching my cat sleep.

It’s late

in a world creepily quiet

as a monster

comes and steals life.

I wait in my living room.

Am i next?

Will i be a sacrifice

to its evil?

My cat doesn’t know

that i’m a recluse

not of my own making.

She doesn’t know that

my birthday

will sneak in during

this Armaggedon.

Will i be here

to celebrate?

Will i?

It’s late

i’m listening to

Blake Shelton & Trace Adkins

singing about

raising hell right.

Hey boys

i guess we can check

that one off our bucket list.

Damn i’m sad, angry, lost . . .

just one of billions

caught in a hellhole

that came

out of nowhere

and

liked what it saw

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