Poetry Sunday

Ring Around the Rosie
The world outside is wide
I tell myself I’m safe inside
But all four walls are creeping near
As the life I had fades into fear
It takes all night for sleep to fall
I wait all day for the all-clear call
While the death toll grows outside my home
I’m safe inside but all alone
But for two small ch…
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