A Poem Written During The COVID-19 Pandemic

[angellionel]

I wrote this one in 2021. As one who still had to work and be in daily contact with the public since the beginning of the pandemic, I saw firsthand the fear, anxiety, and perturbed look on the faces of many I met during that time.

 

Alone With Silence

 

She stands by me this somber day,
An overcast one full of gray.
I glance at people walking by;
They seem perplexed and far away.

 

Their world and life have gone awry,
Where wrong is right and low is high.
They fear a future they don't know;
It seems their minds keep asking, “Why?”

 

Around the world are cries of woe
From mighty kings and those below.
A scourge has marred their daily scene,
Where death has aimed a fatal blow.

 

Pandemics, wars, and things obscene
Have plagued what was for them routine.
And now, they feel a vague unease,
A nagging doubt from things unseen.

 

I sense a gentle gliding breeze
And note the sigh along the trees.
The leaves are roused at its command
But soon return to rest at ease.

 

As evening walks across the land,
And time has passed like grains of sand,
I bow my head in earnest prayer,
While bashful silence holds my hand.

 

[careful]

what a beautiful poem.  Its full of feeling.  WRITE MORE>

[angellionel]

Thank you for your kind words, Carol. I don't write often, but I do write when moved by something I read or see. Thanks again!