traveling the dark tunnel
there’s no end up ahead
only pitch-black fear
innocent cries I hear
the virus has destroyed us
but in our weakness
we find strength
we’re more resilient than
what the newspaper says
& writes in bloody ink
dynamite this tunnel
bury us under rubble
we’ll emerge
on the verge
of something better,
brighter, more brilliant
than what we’ve had before
(Photo by Jorge Rojas on Unsplash)
