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
sadly
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?
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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