Dear Viral Virus

Dear Viral Virus,

How do I love thee?

Let me count the pains.

I love you in my bed

Thoughts bleeding in my head,

Where floundering fears are fed.

Cherish early morning panic

My screams in muffled manic,

With cereal not organic.

I walk with frozen breath

In dread of sightless death,

On sand of endless depth.

Is this my judgement day

To pay for wicked ways?

This thought I dare not say!

The dream of living large,

Our greed leading the charge!

On credit overcharge.

Painted in hell's corner

Leaving tracks a lost mourner

In my land a cursed foreigner.

Talking heads are deified,

As I hang here crucified,

Preaching that it's justified.

I cannot tell you which is worse,

I can take my pick of curse:

To lose my health or lose my purse.

Unreality is happening

Made all the more maddening

By a future that is blackening.

Please free me of my brain!

Swirling down death's drain

Lonely pleading vain.

In this my final hour

I cannot help but cower,

Illusion was my power.