Wednesday, April 15, 2020

Chaos

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR:  CORONAVIRUS SERIES



Chaos

There is no panic
We have maintained our equilibrium
We have not reached the tipping point
There are no riots in the streets

There is a mystifying calm
Sweeping across the seven seas
Taking hold the seven continents
Stealing the bite from the disease

Are we deceiving ourselves
In the dark deep still of night
Is this a swirling madness
Transforming sound and sight

Are we lost in an illusion
Seeking refuge in safer climes
Have we taken mass confusion
And converted it to rhyme

We cannot know where our minds will go
To escape a twisted vision
Will we choose a blissful madness
Or is it even our decision

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