Shield

A different kind of COVID mask

blurred by time

draped in remorse

fickle upon shifting sands

i see your tattooed mask

stilled sanguine lips

the number nineteen

eyes without a face

a sneak viral attack

masquerading as the love we once shared

gone without a trace

playing with fire

waving goodbye

beckoning come hither

i miss you

through touchless glass

Author's Note

"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Leona Lee]

I see you. Well spoken
whispers in the dark

[Pete]

thank you for sharing thoughts. appreciated ... :)