Critical, creative and digital writingEcriture critique, créative et numérique

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08 04 2020  

Closing in

Vacant eyes stare at nothing Long faces smile at random Vibrant lives vanish in a wheezing whisper of dim radiance The walls are closing in Feelings are kept in check Nowhere can we go, for nowhere is there hope The walls are closing in The vacant eyes The long faces The vanishing lives Where do we go from here? When do we start hoping? How do we keep living? The walls are closing in and yet the rains of our tears in hopeful salves of poetry never stop washing the pollution off our deserted streets