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A metaphor

The sun rays seeping in.
Through the window blinds.
Warmth touching my skin.
This is but a daydream.

There is no such view.
I am not awaken by warmth.
Just the buzz of the alarm clock.
Yet, the old normal has vanished.

My mundane days are over.
As the world has turned cold.
A dirty fog tainting all life.
Painting ugliness for the future.

From the fog spews out arrows.
In flight they find their target.
Those hit, succumb to its poison.
Humanity is being attacked.

Of defeat, the megaphone spreads.
In the fog there are barbs and thorns.
Traps hidden. Traps deadly. Waiting!
It is like a ghost, unseen, yet scary.

The world has woken up in fear.
It is Halloween every day, everywhere.
A waking nightmare, not a dream.
Some say a hoax; the fog spreads.

By C.E. Pereira
(I hope and pray a cure will be found.)


I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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