Anarchy

TW (Pandemic) 

I looked around hoping, expecting to see people walk by, smiling to unknown faces and making someone's day.

Instead, I was surrounded by masks in different shades, adding colours to the now pale world.

No one smiled, everyone walked by in silence, most of them in the pain of losing a loved one and others running to save the needed.

I saw a mother with a little child held in her arms, crying and wailing for her child, her dead child.

Running around like a mad woman, mother's love was no match to anything else in this world, you cannot trade anything in return for something that priceless.

I turned the other way; it was no longer a sight I could pry into.

Bodies lied down, not falling into any pattern there was no old or young or any in between.

It was 10,20,30,40,50 and all the other number I could possibly think of but never overthink about.

They weren't neatly tied up or placed in even lines but they met at odds leaving the loved ones in vain.

People were running out of breaths and dying at the cost of someone else, no one to help them, no one to empathize with the lifeless.

Pain became inevitable and a necessary evil for anyone and everyone.

There was anarchy in its totality making us question on our own faiths and beliefs, some caught up in pointing fingers,

some in questioning what they sought peace in and others blindly believing in the poison which killed them from inside.

There were no gods to save them anymore, no prayer left to pray, no religion to protect their own blood.

And no one to hear their cries, in the darkness of never believing in faiths written by dogmatic beings when time didn't exist.

Pure chaos run alongside with uncertainty, making people wary of their decisions, making them count it in each breath they take in and out.

We find ourselves in the chaos and a never-ending cycle of choosing to blame someone else for mistakes nonetheless ours.

Was it worth it?

Are they worth the effort?

Was faith and religion my identity.

Wasn't it a choice by accident and not a given gift?

Can we choose to simply strip of things which weren't our choice, can we?

Can we strip of the identity which leaves us divided in between and after?