Virus Death Toll – A Poem

I open the charts up again

And find the same thing I have found:

The numbers keep on going up

They never seem to go back down


The screen lights up my darkened room

A mess—things littered on the ground

The numbers won’t stop going up

I wish they would just go back down


To think of the numbers too much

Is often overwhelming

I wish I could stop thinking and

I wish my hands would stop trembling


Upwards the numbers are bound

All else seems to be breaking down

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