The Darkness of Corona

A toxic tale.

I recently experienced having the coronavirus and, during my sickness and maybe delirium; I analogized the virus to a brief toxic affair.

He put his crown on my head and told me that I would be his.

He then captured me, leaving me dizzy and breathless.

His darkness permeated me; my body became hot and feverish.

My legs quivered; I could barely stand.

His overwhelming sickness consumed me, and became mine.

The intensity weakened me, and I struggled to put my thoughts together.

He played with my mind and left me bewildered.

His neediness drained me, and it was insatiable.

My body ached, and my lungs gasped for breath.

For days he occupied my world, continuing to wreak his havoc on my life and well-being.

He revealed that he needed me, and he couldn’t live without me.

I was the host to his parasitic games.

My soul grew tired.

When was he going to be done with me?

I was becoming a fragment of my former self, but I couldn’t let go.

All I could do was pray that soon he would tire of me, relinquish his control over me, and move on to his next victim.

Here is a beautiful poem about the longing for the right kind of love by A Shayens Abran