Pan Demonic

In the isolating self silence....

I neither feel isolated

Nor do I hear silence

It seems there is more noise than ever!

And it's all a bunch of clanging symbols

Even those who belch for justice

Add to the flurry of loveless thunder

Peace is no longer associated with quiet

A voiceless vacuum does not host tranquility

You've defended my ears

And dumbed my throat

The waterfall of images casts a veil over my eyes

I cannot see my footing

It's dark and each step I take requires so much more hesitation

It zaps my energy

If my lungs can still breathe

My mind certainly cannot

This is the real pandemic