PEAK
They say it’s yet to peak.
The horror, the pestilence, and the city’s
collective shriek.
A wanton, unhinged sigh surrounds my
quiet neighborhood,
leaping from this nook
and that corner
waiting
to be misunderstood.
No, it’s not the mourning yet.
This sigh, a ghost of what’s to come,
stays silent as it dogs you.
You turn around, you beg and plead.
Petrified, you want it to speak.
SPEAK!
No, it’s yet to peak.