Lockdown Lyricism: "Petrichor"
From a series of poems I penned during the early months of the pandemic.
By Jack Anderson KeanePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Found a new way to be lost
Breadcrumbs scattered in the wind
Shadows of branches like fingers
Creeping to smother and rend
Listen to the whispers scurry
With the leaves on the breeze
Rustle in the bustle of the dark
Under cover of the trees
Moonlight crimson
Dust in the air
Petrichor with the rain
Wash away the despair
Bloodshot eyes
And pale skin
Ashen with fear
And dreaded sin
How many more tomorrows
Until we get back
Yesterday?
Do we deserve
You?
Can you forgive
Us?
Would we even notice?
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