Before


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Empty streets, forgotten buildings


Haunted by the ghosts of normality


Whispering of a time


 


Before


Is a dream


When hands were held, stores filled


Smiles not covered


Fear not embedded in minds


Tired minds


Terrified minds


Twisted and turned minds


 


Now


Is a loud scream, it is not a whisper


Not a breath, but a roar


Something that cannot be ignored


Friendly faces turned into strangers by masks


Six feet away


An uncrossable ocean


 


After


After is a question mark


Far off


A mirage in the distance


Shimmering and waving and changing form


We know nothing will ever be the same


Yet we wish for a time


 


Before.

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Tony Martello · ago
Cienna, I love the perspective play here. You have a nice smooth voice that transitions well! I am all about re-creating the now and into the future. This poem adds perspective to my ideas. Thank you! 5-votes-my full support. Check out my entry, "Maize of Color" in the short fiction category and vote if you like it. Tony