Sirens whined in the distance
their red and blue lights flashed across the ghost town determinately
The men of the streets hurried into their corners
grabbing their belongings as they prepare for the winter’s bonfire
retreating into the shadows in wake of the curfew
The rest of the land’s inhabitants shut their windows and drew their blinds
hoping that, for another night, they could forget the wave of darkness that consumed their planet and their minds
The white-cloaked heroes bustled through to dawn
never surrendering, always having the last punch
against loss. against death.
The city grew quiet within a few minutes.
The busyness of everyday life was extinguished as quickly as it began each morning
for some, the fear of the unknown seeped into the chill of the night
for most, the fog of ignorance that everything was okay hovered
the inhuman humanness of living on autopilot
pretending.
The moon sneered down over the town.
The nights were the hardest for some.
Drifting
With each wave, smothered further into oblivion
Swaying
The inevitable tug between the past and the future
Below
The blackness of uncertainty
and above
the light of a hope that feels like a daydream
and with the sweetness of a familiar lullaby.
We hang on. We keep fighting. We keep living.
– Lockdown