Broken, torn up inside,
Feel like I have to hide
The fact that I’m deeply sad.
Don’t know why, why am I feeling this bad?
Nothing’s changed in an obvious way
Getting out of bed each dreary day
Is very wearing in this blanket of fear.
It doesn’t feel like the end is near.
I want to shout, “let me get off”
This ridiculous never-ending train.
We had a snow day amidst all the rain
But it didn’t last and back to grey we go.
And the deaths are rising and the news is scary
We don’t have any light at the end of this tunnel
The French are cross and might start a war
Because they’ve got to settle a score
That we weren’t even keeping
And, still, the nation is weeping
For all its lost friends and mothers and fathers and brothers when you couldn’t go to funerals or say goodbye.
You were allowed to cry.
When you were clapping for carers and the NHS heroes
Who are just shafted as usual with un-kept promises
And still we rely on them and at what cost to them, for without them we’d be totally lost.
Whilst we pray that the vaccine is the answer, 65 million people are hoping and waiting, the papers are still sniping and baiting.
Babies and dogs will have reduced recognition, deaf people suffer in silence, The elderly are even more lonely and the poor just suffer.
And nothing changes, a whole year lost.
28th January 2021
© Alison Passey First Published 2021 All Rights Reserved
