Lest I forget such morbid statelessness
The stark rottenness and helplessness
That lingered within the borders of hopelessness
What I experienced, as the angel of death sniffed at me
Is simply not the flu or fever system
It is an ‘intelligent symptom’ filled with malice and malevolence
Helplessness under the claw of evil
Bolstered by a strange persistent weakness
Of which the world out there could do little to rescue
That languid forlorn countenance
Tells of the helplessness of power when confronted with death
And the hopelessness of a system bereft of any assurance
When the choice of going down or staying well was not up to me
It easily could have gone either way
The loving cares of families and friends, far and near
Who was equally helpless, but could only say ‘sorry’
The impracticability of self-isolation and social distancing
No meaningful prayers you can muster in such a state
Covid knows what it’s up to kill and destroy!
Now, I will sing the goodness of the Lord
Who did not cast me to the netherworld?
I praise Him who has rescued me
My strength, my courage, my joy!