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Searching somewhere beyond sight,
For miens and visages propelling into quotidian lives,
With smiles,blues and not so much to cry,
Swept away every scratch of soul,
This wave not seen, not felt, not known.

Sanatorium thronged disquiet,
Medics and Paramedics taxing 
Efforts reclaiming lives, 
Risking theirs in face of time
Pining on hope to seize it fine.
Sun dawns again with no reminder of light,
But to know somewhere someone would never rise,
In this gloomy game of toll rise.

This Banshee built invisible walls
In these ghost towns no one in and barely out,
But far reaching to the cruise stranded out
Haunting world all around.

Eyes of dilemma filled with fright 
If it would be I or the sight of slaying mankind,
Diminutive demon crept in will go away with time,
Not about duration but loss left behind,
With things unfolding beyond sight.

Laughing at every mile 
In the face of civilization,
Pandemic touching horizon, 
Questioning era of human immortalization
Reminding so little is known and so much to learn,
Devising tactics not only for wars alone 
Nevertheless for dormant rampant foes,
Though shaped like a crown but not the crown of our lives.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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