Days counting to nothing profound.
There is no sign and there is no sound.
Memories collected into a mound.
Spread throughout a battleground.
Counting lost days that will never be found.
Trying to keep our feet on the ground.
Nothing to do but to hang around.
Waiting for something that appears unsound.
Met with fear turning inbound.
Turned from the pain then looked for a rebound.
Nothing here..
no sight and no sound…
There is nothing here that is really profound…
~ TLG 2020
#musing #covidboredom
TERRI-LYNE GEDANITZ 
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