An island of silence
I feel nothing except the noise in my head
The unspoken questions
The soundbite words
But this is my day
Much like yesterday and the day before
As I walk through the streets
The park meeting uneasy smiles and hellos
Some blank looks as if the world had been switched off
And back out on to the street where
A woman padded out with too many coats is shouting
Swearing cursing the world
Wanting to blame someone everyone
Just anything
For this plague running through her head
Nineteen to the dozen
This fight for body mind and soul
A world on mute
Deaf dumb and blind to itself
Gagged and forlorn
I want to say I agree
I want to join her
But instead, I walk on being my own island
Lost to the world
And the world lost to me
Never considering what it maybe like to be thrust
Back in
Martin Elder
Tue 11th May 2021 09:48
Thanks to John Aviva and Holden for liking
Thank you to Keith and Stephen for commenting. It never ceases to amaze me how we all react in different ways to the ongoing situation. There are those who crave for the pubs. Good luck to them with that. But I think that all of our lives have somehow been touched and probably changed in some fashion and what was normal will never quite be normal again which isn't an entirely bad thing
Thanks to all again
Martin