Clouds darkened the day, glow circling off the ragged edges, sun going down.
Covid has me trapped. But am I?
Did you catch that?
The clock is ticking. As always. But I can hear it.
That usually only happens at night, when trying to sleep.
At first, dim ticking, but as you close your eyes, striving for quiet,
It becomes much louder.
’Til it keeps you up.
Sort of like this virus.
At first so quiet, almost silent,
But then it gets louder and louder
Until it’s all you hear.