As I am stuck here in total darkness

The thoughts inside my head start to stray

Around in circles about this whole mess.

In my abyss I wish it to be May

For that is when it is said to be over.

But in times like this hope is gone, wherein

Not even the luck from four-leaf clovers

Can fix the situation we are in.

Days start to blend together into one

And I realize I miss the little things.

Sometimes you cannot see till they’re done

Just how much joy little things actually bring.

Fear not because this tragic time will fade

And no more shall we live being afraid.