Death forthcoming. No mercy. Misery.
The estimates are unpleasantly high.
Distinctive the danger, demonstrably.
To me, and my loved one, may not pass by.
At some point, then, go down with the disease.
Likely not avoid, or get a reprieve.
Death, as all know, one of life’s certainties.
But sooner than wish, the process proceed.
Not need any further explanation.
Will exploit my susceptibility.
A ‘force majeure’, then, self-isolation,
as assaults my vulnerability.
Death, at any time soon, can choose to take,
via particle cast to decimate.