FRAGILE
An ever fragile existence has made itself known
In the fight against an invisible foe,
Fumbling to reveal itself for wont of aid,
Hoping, praying, this plague will come and go
A walk was once a simple pleasure, is now
A melancholy romp in sunshine, or a well
Paranoid excursion with Nyx herself, and
The respite of home is both sanctuary and cell,
To shop, to venture out, is a journey fraught with peril,
And one wonders if this haul could be our last,
Because fragility permeates this first world life,
And no faculty of ephemerality escapes the blast
The first step is admitting, but we are already admitted,
Committed to just existing, surviving, never mind thriving,
It is a quiet, panicked way of living,
To stay inside and wait for society's reviving.