Fleet Of Cold Poem by Gerry Legister

The brightness of life grows grimmer
Upon landscapes around the world
The sorrows begin to measure
To unfold the district fleet of cold.

Silent bodies lay along the long line
Malady that will take them on a trip,
Was in their prime gone from our time
To a cold coast gripping every step.

Upon towns wearing dreary gowns,
Empty streets found only loitering
With time marred by absent of sounds,
Defining space and intricacies of the mind.

Vile is the enemy that cannot be seen
Whose shadows secretly dwell within,
Like a nightmare sharing its dream,
The ghastly flea is a resident being.

Come from the air and catch my breath
Starts cold breathing in the wrong way,
We can't live after it catches our health
With Fear, and shock and the final misery.

Where we come from, we can't run from
Only submerged and scattered into oblivion,
Not long loved enough, not lived to be strong
A moment without imparting a motion.

Particles of impulses find the direction,
Into the weakened immune system
A plague of symptoms engulfs the condition
spread through the body easily an evil thing.