Challenge
Challenge of the Month XIII - April
The End. It's over. SARS-CoV-2 is no more. We emerge from our shelters. What do we see? What have we learned? How will we change? Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners.
The Dirge of Worry
The march of the beat of the heart
Has lost sync with the tune of the song
The steps of the dance fell apart
As the rhythm just stutters along
Because Worry has struck up a dirge
That drowns out the rhythms of Peace
And with every ominous surge
The feet of my heart miss a beat
The notes of Peace I no longer can hear
For Worry has medlied with the March of Fear
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