Ode of Coronavirus

You, my dear, spread like a virus.

Contagious beyond all means.

One touch is all that it takes. 

Doesn't matter if we are near or far.

Like unconfessed sin, you spread.

Breath on me.

I will become sick and die.

Breathing becomes labored.

I became Ill.

Unable to focus on the tasks at hand.

Worry and fear eat me.

I became beddridden and sad.

Shut in a place called Home.

Unable to work.

They whisper saying don't visit.

Others going round in circles,

Twisting and turning,

In agony like I.

Perhaps I was lucky,

While others fell like flies,

I survived.

You and I have a tale,

 Bitter and Sweet.

Like a Love Ballad.

 Dancing with teary eyes.