A Hundred Days Later

A reflection in verse

Give or take a day or two a hundred days have passed
And every single second’s somehow sadder than the last
You try to laugh, you try to joke, you try to disappear
But nothing takes you out of it: The horror’s always here
The world won’t let you look away, there’s nowhere you can hide
The anger’s out there on the street, the terror’s there inside
It isn’t just an awful dream, this thing you can’t ignore
Even poems don’t help, so I won’t do this anymore

Previously:

Thirteen Weeks Later

Twelve Weeks Later

Eleven Weeks Later

Ten Weeks Later

Nine Weeks Later

Eight Weeks Later

Seven Weeks Later

Six Weeks Later

Five Weeks Later

Four Weeks Later

Three Weeks Later

Two Weeks Later

Seven Days Later