Borrowed Breath
Sealed in glass, defying death.
Sunset fades - the world turns still.
Virus hums a quiet "kill".
Lips once spoke of hope and care.
Silence wraps an empty air.
Chalk dust lingers songs remain.
Echoes fade like soft refrains.
Flowers bloom through cracked stone floors.
Deer tread soft where chaos roars.
Wind whispers where voices cease.
Life reclaims its fleeting peace.
Birdsong fills the hollow skies.
Stars blink slow as time denies.
Witness stands the last to see.
World decays to memory.
Yellow light blinks - one more glow.
Three hours left before it goes
Counting down, the end draws near.
No escape from what is clear.
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