The Great London Plague
So sad to read about, Bless those in eternal sleep
The Great London Plague
The air was thick with death’s cold touch,
A city lost, too still, too much.
In alleys dark, in shadows deep,
The silent cry, the fevered sleep.
The streets once bright with life and cheer,
Now emptied, choked with silent fear.
Each breath a risk, each step a prayer,
For those who wandered, unaware.
The carts rolled by, the mourning cry,
As shadows claimed the passers-by.
A city wept, a city’s plea,
“Will we survive this misery?”
And death, it came with ruthless hands,
To claim the life the plague demands.
God bless those lost in eternal sleep
As there souls for whole the world did weep
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Good job in showing emotion for the victims and survivors of 'The Plague' and even COVID. Good historical and contemporary history.