Empty streets, with garbage strewn,

Stores shuttered, in the absence of a tune.

Sickness spreads, lives lost in the night,

As we close our doors, in fear's tight might.

In the confines of our rooms, we stay,

To stem the tide of a scandalous array.

Schools out, physically, but in virtually,

As connections fade, with friends so dearly.

Family feels distant, faith starts to wane,

Trapped in four walls, with minds in pain.

No escape from this isolating space,

Forced into solitude, at a rapid pace.

Social butterflies forced to retreat,

As introversion's rise feels bittersweet.

The population shifts, the dynamics change,

In the silent storm, we rearrange.

~JesskyaBradbury