Eye of the Storm

A storm gathers in mass,

Like a hurricane that refuses to pass.

Peace not guaranteed,

For all of those in need.

Scramble for the last piece of bread,

That will help in the months ahead.

Toilet paper is a must,

Before the economy goes bust.

You've done everything you were told,

Even as your food turns into mould.

Bills pile up, waiting for their pay.

"We know what is best," so they say.

"Stay inside at all cost,

Forget the livelihood you have lost.

Your home is the eye of the storm,

Where you will feel safe and warm."

Now that months have crept by,

And the bank account is all but dry.

There is still no end in sight.

Amazing how something so small can cause so much fright.