We all wanted was
For it to be over
We just wanted normal
But the lies grew
People died
It took the old
And then the young
It took all hope
And in the end
Left dreams undreamed
Left hope unspoken
Left life unsung
There’s just the silence
None none to remember
A touch, a hug
A voice
Or just anyone
To hear and to know

Art is the dichotomy,
The feast our souls share,
Our dear muse
Is also the mistress of isolation
When all  fears fade and
Pain at last is done
It’s just then I ask
To know one last touch
Of kindness, of love
Of not being alone
Wrapped in silence
Breathing only darkness.