plague

She saw the summer’s hopeful light,

she once dreamed of careers take flight,

but that hope was gone and was dead,

she knew that she had lost the fight.

She fell through an abyss of dread,

the plague was wicked and had spread,

the future set on being bleak,

so unlike the life she once led.

Through coughs and colds she seemed too weak,

hard to breathe and so hard to speak,

she spent each day waking to pray,

but was interrupted by shrieks.

The plague made people seem like prey,

and hope always seemed dark and gray,

won’t live to see another day,

won’t live to see another day.