at the empty streets and the hallowed lanes striped of the
faces and the laughter, the cheers dying in the fading noise
there is more to this silence than the darkness stuck
in the black teeth of the night
the thrumming of the lone harp wire falling on the empty ears
the rolling of the subways bouncing off the empty walls
Silence screams the loudest cleaving the hunger in our souls
the pixelated appearance of the gentle soft faces on the screen
a metaphor for social company. A replacement for warm breaths
on the back of my neck for that phantom apricity
the waves throbbing and breaking on the empty shores returns
half-hearted to the places
not baptized by the fleeting touch of the soft palms
and baby fat legs dipped for mere excitement
giggles lost in the pulverized sands as the barren beach
calls out for mercy, this deafening silence is no longer pristine and pure
social distancing is the pure sustenance we all are craving these days
we now look with our parched eyes to foil the gaps in our sight
which we slowly brought on ourselves living in this orphan moment
as the corrupt architect of this empty world
Beautiful