Touch

lexie

Long lonely streets
Not a voice of neighborhood heard
Everyone locked up in cells
Serving the penance of a lifetime
 
Swings are swaying in the wind
Seesaws are rusting
Dry leaves mount in playgrounds
And weeds are conquering
 
Looking through the dark windows
Watching strangers walk with defenders
Wearing shields and hand cuffs
Keeping a distance for self defense
 
For the memories of happiness
Not one soul for celebration
As you breathe your last 
None beside to bid you farewell
 
Many cripple in their bed
Desperate for a feel of warmth
For fear ruling the world
No faces can appear to heed
 
The era of mime has begun
Offered to the new offsprings
Left behind is ...
'a touch' nowhere to be found
  • Author: lexie (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 28th, 2022 23:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: Covid times
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 16
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  • Neville


    This is not only very much of the moment and real, but also, very good

    Neville

    • lexie

      Thankyou Neville



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