An Invisible Wedge

 
 
 
Empty streets  
So bloody quiet  
Everything publicly disappearing  
Sunshine outside  
Dour inside  
A brand new world  
In operation  
 
Meant to be temporary  
Expressions on faces  
Say different  
There’s an invisible wedge  
Keeping us apart  
The grim reaper  
Loves this solemn time  
 
Staying isolated
Mental deterioration  
Is never healthy  
We need communication
Or our bonds
Will start fracturing  
Being more lonely than ever