2020
Masks hide silent grief,
Freedom frays in bitter winds.
Truth falls, lost in smoke.
Covid
Tears fall, children wait,
Cold words blame where none belong,
Grief bears silent weight.
41% of U.S. adults, experienced high levels of psychological issues during the coronavirus lock-downs, according to Pew Research. 37% of high school students also had regular mental health struggles. It caused significant job losses and economic disruption. Schools closed, people were forbidden to go to church and social activities in public were canceled. People who did not abide by the lock-down orders where arrested and vilified by the media. Private activities were forbidden, including parties, weddings and funerals, isolating families could not even visit neighbors, friends or elderly family members in assisted living or nursing homes. Many people died alone in isolation.
Doomed Destiny
With little to gain, where we did reside,
as the tides ebbed and flowed,
a dream to reach,
a lonely, isolated abode
in which we could hide,
to escape the hurt, our spirits beseech.
The tide we rode, never to go back again.
we couldn’t quite understand the pain.
Each heart spoke in silent speech.
To risk for gain, we didn’t know.
Pain-filled lives, like grains of sand,
washed to and fro—
in the tide, in our boat, we did ride.
Sailing away, seeking a different land.
Take my hand, to heal and grow,
wash away pain, in life’s gentle rain,
wash away sorrow.
Yet, the abode, we couldn’t reach,
sails torn, boat tossed,
no map to guide, too much lost.
The shoreline… impossible to breach,
too high the cost. Pain, like a storm…
Fight against the tide,
sharp pain, no abode to abide,
in the waves of pain, we died,
in the waves, in the tide,
on life’s isolated beach.
WoPoLi 
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