Are these our darkest hours, our lost days of fear without hope?
of time that whips by, or slows to a stop?
Days spent wondering who’s going to survive.
Walks to lift spirits in places secret, yet known.
Clandestine exercise, in fear of discovery
Not in our neighbourhood, yet safe we would vouch.
Others that flout rules to keep safe, and test the authorities,
carelessly spreading coughs that kill.
Through children to pensioners hiding in homes,
thought safe, but unwary of love that devours life itself.
We dwell day to day on things not done on time.
Our leaders who failed to prevent disease spreading,
still bay that they're right, and not to be questioned.
When heroes that care and invent remain nameless.
Society’s broken, beyond all repair.
Lifestyles in tatters, plans disappeared,
we’re left to restore a family’s right to exist.
To nurture and cherish loved ones who remain,
and to remember the ones who are gone.
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Author:
JonathanB (
Offline) - Published: February 6th, 2021 13:19
- Comment from author about the poem: This came to me whilst showering, like a stream of consciousness, hence the title. I know it's dark but my wife and I have living a sort of unregarded life since March 2020. She's autoimmune suppressed, so we have protect her from everything. We are both scared most days, but we go out for walk every day no matter what the weather, and we drive to remote location so as to minimise contact with others.We will have been married 37 years this year and cannot remember a time when we saw so few people. I have never put any poems for other to read before, except for eulogy I wrote for my father 20 years ago.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments3
A fine write Jonathan.
Thank you so much
Your last 'comments' sentence - not sure if you were sincere or just self deprecating, but either way I'd delete it. How do you know someone wouldn't tell you it's a load of crap (which it isn't) - then where would you be if they did!? Welcome to MPS.
I have followed your advice, thanks. It was sincere as I have never done like this before,a nd wnated honest feed back. I can now see that it may come accroos as crass, or fishing for compliments.
Not the whole poem (which has disappeared) - I was just referring to the last sentence of your comments.
Bring it back, please.
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Good words in these tough times Jonathan, we must be careful and we will repair the horror that has been happening and then we will meet with friends once more.
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