NaPoWriMo April 2021 – 30 poems in 30 days.

#NaPoWriMo

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11/04/2021 – DAY 11

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Dread - A Sonnet

I sense a strange feeling of unknown dread.
It is in my brain, it churns my stomach.
I find myself thinking of it in bed.
In the coal black darkness it seems to lurk.

I am not able to give name to it.
Feverishly I search my troubled mind.
I restrain it on the edge of the pit.
I call it depression - power to bind.

In these times of pandemic, fear is rife.
The stench of death hanging over our lives.
Fear stalks my mind, intruding on my life.
I still want to be the one who survives.

The vaccine brings hope, now had my first dose.
Banish dread, no need to be lachrymose!

ยฉ๐ŸฆŠVixenOfVerse, 2021.

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On P.Interest.

**Following my inner prompt and writing a sonnet today.**