Deep silence
Frozen in the branches
Biting into the night
Exacerbating the solitude
That comes with lockdown.
Borne on an ill wind of
Punishment
For what?
For existing?
It enters your consciousness
Like a vacuum
Sucking out the senses
Suffocating normal existence.
It’s only when you listen to the silence
That you wonder
At the malicious nature
Of a virus
That cancels a whole world
Overnight.
Englepip's World 