PANDEMIC

 

      The creaking sound of the doors

    The swooshing of the curtains against the window pane

    The eerie silence ...............................

    That's the fate that's befallen the boisterous city

    No interest to mingle & connect

    Tension in the air, Cascading into fear

         Lockdown they said

         Shutdown they said

    What it really was, was a Siege!!!

    An arrest of freedom

    Isolation the funky name for our cages

    Social distancing the chains that held us bound

    Without a glimmer of hope

Quicksand

Gentle but slowly, with a steady tempo;

She moved on the earth's wildness,

Captivated by the unseen beauty of it all.

She was unaware of moving in quicksand;

With every step she sunk deeper and deeper,

The feel of it unknown.

She revelled in the sensation of going under;

Thinking it was bliss,

Unknown to her it was terror unleashed.

In the unravelling, awareness crept in;

She wondered how to get out;

Too late it seemed,

All hope appeeared non-existent.

She saw herself go deeper still;

Her subconscious counselling her,

Revealing to her, 

She only was the key to her freedom.