Your Poetry Dot Com - Count The Ghosts

Array ( [sid] => 186885 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Count The Ghosts [time] => 2020-03-18 23:01:52 [hometext] => So much uncertainty in the world right now, but we will endure. My first post in a while, I wish it were under better circumstances. Hopefully Corona Virus will soon be a memory [bodytext] => Draped in uncertainty, the world echoes in the unknown
Asks questions where there is no answer
Seeking guidance where the path is obscured
The fabric of society, torn, begins to unravel
An army, unready for the fight, draws up diminished battalions
Scared minds resist logic, sensibility ebbs away
We stumble blindly into the future
Paralysed by that we cannot see
Those who we follow cannot lead
We are all painted with the same fear
Waiting for a solution borne from hope more than calculation
Time marches, has no regard for us now
Puppets to a plague that blankets out all we once knew
Man, the wounded animal, has nowhere to run
Takes refuge inside four walls that now become prison
Watching the world from a distance, waiting for absolution
While the songbird sings to empty audience
And the cold wind blows against the quiet of the day
The storm will take what it can, but not all
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Count The Ghosts
Date: Wednesday, 18th March 2020 @ 11:01:52 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: puppy_dog_eyes

Draped in uncertainty, the world echoes in the unknown
Asks questions where there is no answer
Seeking guidance where the path is obscured
The fabric of society, torn, begins to unravel
An army, unready for the fight, draws up diminished battalions
Scared minds resist logic, sensibility ebbs away
We stumble blindly into the future
Paralysed by that we cannot see
Those who we follow cannot lead
We are all painted with the same fear
Waiting for a solution borne from hope more than calculation
Time marches, has no regard for us now
Puppets to a plague that blankets out all we once knew
Man, the wounded animal, has nowhere to run
Takes refuge inside four walls that now become prison
Watching the world from a distance, waiting for absolution
While the songbird sings to empty audience
And the cold wind blows against the quiet of the day
The storm will take what it can, but not all
For now we are passengers, we can only count the ghosts

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