Close To Home by Ian Lewis Copestick

Close To Home
Now, it’s hit close to home,
a friend of mine has died
from this fucking disease.
I’m not going to pretend
that we were close, I’m
not looking for sympathy.
I’d hardly seen him at all
since school, but I’d still
call him my friend. We used
to sit next to each other in
some lessons, he made
double history a lot more
fun.
Now he’s gone.
Fuck you, Coronavirus !
Leave my friends alone.
I don’t want you coming
any closer to my home.
detrius