Irrational Fear

Lying sick, stuck in my bed,
Pain in my lungs, short of breath.
A hint of fear, rising fright.
Will the vaccine work, keep me safe tonight.
Irrational thoughts, but you never know.
So it’s then, that I picked up my phone.
I thought I’d message, just to make sure.
That you’d have my love forevermore.

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