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The Wall

Pounding heart and short of breath  
a stride so curbed.  
The bright outlook so quickly turned  
to grasp at broken straws.  
Some words before were rarely heard  
then Covid raised its ugly head.  
The foolish laughed, "said do your worst"  
and underestimated its deadly curse.  
The shroud was cast.  
 Mirth that echoes the eulogy's last paragraph.  
The wall that some could never scale  
so the lonely runners could prevail.  
 
Written by slipalong
Published | Edited 17th Dec 2020
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