{Here is my Coronavirus-inspired poem, invoking the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, to talk about the fear we feel, when we know something bad is coming. The popular quote about a life in fear being only half-lived, and Franklin Roosevelt’s quote “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself” spring to mind. Easier said than done. Good luck to everyone out there, in your own personal fight against this scourge.}
Dire dreamscapes in the night;
Looking left and looking right;
Wicked whispers in my ear–
Do not let me live in fear.
Sinking feeling in my gut;
Senses reeling, wondering what
Awaits me; Future, bleak, unclear–
Do not let me live in fear.
Nightly news and daily screed;
Hard to hear and hard to read;
Threatening all, that I hold dear–
Do not let me live in fear.
In this era, pampered, weak;
Doubtful victory for the meek,
Leveling all, who linger here–
Do not let me live in fear.
Pack my worries,bind them tight;
Un-sheath my sword, prepare to fight!
Horsemen, horsemen, drawing near–
Do not let me live in fear.
Copyright 2020 Andrea LeDew
We humans are pretty good at sword fighting and not so good at dealing with invisible threats. Great poem!
Thank you Brad! I think the weapons of choice now are soap and hand sanitizer. Stay well!
I hear those horsemen galloping ever closer through your poem.
Afraid so (so to speak.)Stay well out of their path Liz!
You, too, Andrea! I work remotely, and I think I’ll just stay hunkered down in my house.