Poetry – In the heat of Battle

In the heat of Battle

In the heat of battle,

As the storm beats against the windows,

Outside it is dark, drear and dangerous.

The hurricane is raging,

Using wind as a weapon,

Death in a breath.,

Leaving wreckage in its wake.

Here, in isolation,

We are safe,

Safe until we have to venture out.

Opher – 16.4.2020

There is only so long you can take refuge. The outside world intrudes.

Hidden on the wind, in the touch of a hand, is death.

We are not used to these storms. They were what used to happen long ago. We’ve read about them in history books. Now we are living history.

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