I HAD WRITTEN THIS ON THE LAST DAY OF 2020....
The Last Day Of A Condemned Year
It breathes of pain, of misfortune,
tears, and a lot of falling into swoon,
My heart bleeds for those who lost,
Faring their lives in the COVID cross'd,
It happens once a century they say,
Don't feel cursed for it to happen this way,
It's just the sun hidden behind a darkened cloud of terror,
Leaving us the last glimmer of hope to behold,
I am still dumbfounded,
At a loss whether to feel elated at the end,
Or be remorseful for what happened throughout,
So, let's celebrate the day as one which would be remembered forever,
In the history of mankind,
Being a part of a red-inked future.
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