Blunt

A common fear
binding the unlikely,
in an invisible togetherness
the edge of the hatred
is getting blunt,
a sapling of love is
rearing its softness
in the eyes of the wise
while the fools are aghast
staring at the blunt weapon
in their hands.

Loss

A huge shadow of grief
on the horizon of loss
envelops the pain
of collective deprivation
hearts crushed
bodies wounded
words meaningless
yet potent like poison
better unspoken and unread

The source

You lose your loved ones

Deadly sharp stabs pierce my heart

You scream and cry yourself hoarse

Tears spill from my eyes

You writhe with the pain unknown

I seek its source in the frantic nights

You give up on life

I shut my eyes and die.

Soul

Tired feet
parched soul
only remains the voice of hunger
in the pit of the stomach
the fear of unknown
locks the cry of disgust
within the throat.
O humans!
Why did you pretend to be the Gods?

Everyone

Everyone is an island
there are neither wings
nor paddles to cross
this ocean of fear!
Everyone is watching
there are neither words
nor voice of comfort!
Hang on tightly
onto the rainbow of hope
with the eyes shut
exult in the existence.