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
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Author:
lexie (
Offline) - Published: September 28th, 2022 23:07
- Comment from author about the poem: Covid times
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
This is not only very much of the moment and real, but also, very good
Neville
Thankyou Neville
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