All were oblivious to the steely grey eyes of destiny
that had predicted the brewing storm in the distance;
All were oblivious to the change that was to come, precipitously the world stood still, breathless and
half in trance;
Of all that was taken for granted, broken pieces of
ourselves left in everything we used to love; Heart
warming gatherings, brotherly handshakes, hugs
and warm embrace, now reduced to mask & glove;
An eerie silence reigned throughout the world as
phantoms roamed the deserted streets, void of all
bustle, laughter and chatter; All the while nature
thrived like never before in her newly proclaimed
space, adamantly indifferent to mankind's plight
and shatter;
And now man gradually awakens from his plight,
holding his breath in hasty attempt to brave the
vague; Unforeseen days are yet to unfold as a very
different tomorrow awaits;
Leaving behind broken pieces of ourselves in all the
things we used to love...
by Wajia-Patricia Bühl
