CAMELOT FANTASIES

What strange times these last 4 years
People perfectly healthy are struggling to breath
The strife of trying to stand without shaking
Making effort for the voice to speak clearly , not breaking
Heart achingly watching the fear in their eyes
Unknowingly being captured in their very essence
Stolen from them from their inner battle of wits
They cry out as their mind plays different hits
Subterfuge and a game of mystery
Has come to the surface
Confusing their history
All they want to feel is supported
In these sad moments where the present deported
Then they look you in the eye, that scared filled glance
A break through, a recognition
An olfactory reset of cognition
Happy to see love that brought back the smiles
Smiles that turned to laughter
Over the little something’s we traveled miles
Hugs and laughter is all we’re after

~ Divine