Today’s word is “bromide” ... a platitude or trite saying. (Dictionary.com)
What?
A plethora of bromides,
Will not cure our fears,
As we sit secluded,
Just like all our peers.
We’re all alone together,
Connected by our minds,
Trying to stay calm,
Trying to unwind.
What will become of us,
We can only speculate,
So we watch and pray,
And rest and breathe and wait.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2020
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