Beeep beep. Beeeeep beep.

Beeeep beep. Beeeep beeep.

The mechanical sound of life ringing all around. Beeping its warnings.

Rushing. Rushing. Everyone rushing around. Trolleys rattling along the ground. Monitors beeping, a cold, callous sound.

Plastic everywhere. Wrappings on wrappings … a sort of sinister pass the parcel taking place all around.

Face masks hiding the smiles or the frowns of those unlike me who have suffered for such a long while.

And still the beeps continue. Alerts to those who care whilst we can only sit here in wonder and stare.

The cold drip of poison cools the palm and tingles the finger tips. Drip, drip, dripping its toxic poison into our veins, making its journey to the bastard within us.

And still we sit and stare. In silent prayer some will call out their God’s name. Let this poison do it’s magic so they may live another day.

Others, like me, can only hope. And watch …

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Tuesday 25th May 2021