THIS HUMAN UNTOUCH

In times past, love dice could turn in many a cast
For hugs to quench high emotions
For kisses to create great devotion
For handshakes to solidify relationships of acquaintances and their interactions
All that have turned to dust
Forcing a forgetfulness under Corona’s rust

II
I miss the touches and the smiles
I miss the hugs and the handshakes
I miss the crowd and the audiences
Which light human lamps to brighten the world

III
I can see many a heart’s unshed pain
…building into disdain
I can see horrid angst
…turning into tears to blind
I can feel the tensed emotions
…pressuring for commotion
I can feel the air of suffocation
…acting sores on tired skins
Making living a rolling chaos
…with unsettling waves of anarchy

IV
Now, it is all individualism and seclusion
As loneliness jail many in themselves
Now it is all care and security
As fears imprison us in ourselves
It is all restrictions and afflictions
As death acts hawk to hunt humans indiscriminately
Raining gloom which dooms us
To live as unlivers in order to protect lives
…the lives careless people toss out as the careful ones now turn zombies
…through varied anxieties
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 5, 2021