The empty street, it stretches away from me,
Across the quiet town, all shops are shuttered.
I tried to find some people, but none I see,
Laid out before me stands a world deserted.
Empty classrooms and halls, they look forlorn,
Schools are closed, week after week.
Away from playgrounds, children have all gone,
They can't return to play their hide-and-seek.
Quiet neighbourhoods with vehicles standing still,
My neighbours are indoors, quietly within.
Day after day, I have much time to fill,
The world's deserted,
It's no longer what it has been.
Deserted
2020.04.01 1651 hrs
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