This virus makes me livid at times, not completely sane.
Seeing this unfold in slow motion brings real pain.
The damage is real, and this will stick with us for life.
Poetry is my mind’s way of dealing with this strife.

Some people express beautifully through the keys of a piano,
  or by crushing high notes, like an accomplished soprano.
Just like a musician who can play the bluest of blues,
  my poems have a way of helping digest the news.

I’m thankful for this new way I've found to express.
If you weren’t with me now, Dear Reader, I’d be in distress.
The light at the end of this tunnel is getting a bit brighter,
  and soon, I hope to be writing about topics much lighter.