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Death in Chains


By Barb DukemanPublished 3 years ago 1 min read

Breathing, seething with fear

as tears hidden, unbidden in the

recesses of our hearts

we move about, living without our

loved ones, always the fear of being near

the plague that crossed the giant blue

the vector of a specter in our sight

as we scatter in the presence of others

Hermits in our own homes, permitting none

to pass, we live our lives knowing


those who never had a chance.

such happenstance it is to see

no break in the clouds as forbidden crowds

dream of what they might be

The corner bends our future depends

on what we do know

can we open our eyes to the rules

we despise, and live to see another day?

slam poetry

About the Creator

Barb Dukeman

After 32 years of teaching high school English, I've started writing again and loving every minute of it. I enjoy bringing ideas to life and the concept of leaving behind a legacy.

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