Empty streets

Eyes wide open, I look upon the street

No chatter No hustle, only silence I meet

Confused I was, I was benighted

Darkness was groping in, traumatizing my head

Subliminal was the hope, Hard to acquire

Everything was woeful, everything was dire

An answer is what I seek, to help my soul

Withered and grievous, surfeit with dole

My heart feels heavy anchored with thoughts

It’s messing my head to connect the dots

Portray a story or give me at least a hint

To what happened so fast as a sprint

I pinch myself hard and wish it was a dream

Struggling to wake up, for it seems too extreme

Vanquished, I walk alone with no one to meet

For I am standing at the crossroads of an empty street.