The Ashes of Truth

Early days, boredom creeps in

Staring at the same four walls

Missing café’s sweet soft din

Weathering children’s squalls

Lamenting these confined bounds

Mandated out of income

This enforced self-grooming… Zounds! 

To the hairstylist run!

So many now feel bereft

News of distant connections

Some from their families cleft

Plague forced disconnections

Writhing in choking torment

No loving succor… they succumbed

Dawn creeps ‘cross streets silent 

Angels of mercy numbed

Get back out there, build up fast

Work hard, work long in silence

Sacrificing the downcast

For Wall Street eminence

Ashes of truth prophesize

the death of human kindness

Honesty silenced in lies

Leaving truth behind us

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

where is the real truth? where are the answers to this? such a double edged sword this disease is...and in one way or another we are all feeling so suppressed by it.
This poem speaks of how we are all feeling at the moment....a timely write shouting out from behind four walls.
j.

[MomzillaNC]

Thank you, Jacob. It is a difficult time and it's thrown the ills of our society so much more into high relief.

[Robert Trakofler]

Momzilla you are my spirit animal:) so very true these lines of these times that you penned so perfectly! I love how you always champion truth it is a wonderful way to be and view

[MomzillaNC]

Thank you so much for your fulsome praise. I am as you find me in my words. I can be no other way. Blessings and peace to you, Bad Bunny. Embrace the Joy!