A poem. Written shortly after the second Covid-19 lockdown
Look at the sunset sky,
see the candy floss clouds
hear a birds faint cry
The moon shortly rises
The waves come and go
All rise and fall
All ebb and flow
As memories after memories
Take turns to flood the brain
Look at the scorched earth
And pray for rain
Pack it all
in the jowls and fist
Breathe in hard
The fog and mist
There’s a dull ache
Where there were butterflies
A choked throat
Where there was a song
A curved back
Where there was pride
No right
Where there was wrong
The place of great yearning
Is now raging and burning
All the bed knows now
Is anxious twisting and turning
The toes curl,
The gut wants to hurl
Nails dig deep
In the skin of this world
The heart feels dipped in acid
The love now rotten and rancid
Where does one go now
To find something placid
The air is still
The night is dead
But nothing silences
This voice in the head
Is suffering
Life’s only truth
No divine punishment
For the ungodly uncouth
When there’s no goodness
God or third eye
In whose service
Do we live and die
This body of meat and flesh
Filled with desires carnal
Ever rise from this hell
Ever hope to spring eternal?
