Desperately I cling to anything
These child sized hands can grasp.
The rain has poured in now and
Tries to drown us in our own tears,
Our faces sore from light, soft cloth
That has turned rough and heavy.
Behind duct taped mouths
We burn skin trying to speak.
I try to remind myself
Eyes can still smile, but do they
If mouths aren’t seen?
Only more to wonder,
But less to be seen.
The thinkers are the curious,
The truth seekers,
What could it all mean?