Flag Of Hope

I don't want to see quarantined love poems, 

I don't want to see prisons dressed in verses, 

Tearing the voice of conscience.

I don't want to see cages chaining prisoners, 

Wearing down passion vehemently.

Is anyone still alive?

Behind screens, I see faces with empty dreams.

Do they still love it?

I see longings fallen, defeated, waiting for some destiny, 

Do they still fear? 

I see psychiatrists arrive calming social anxiety, 

Giving away delusions of love encapsulated in Citalopram. 

Do they lose hope?

I see them arriving deliriously dancing on balconies without ceasing, 

Giving away hope encapsulated in melodies of peace.

There are no loves lost in quarantine

I give flags!

I raise the flag of hope found by poets, 

Until the heavy splinter splintered by the confinement. 

There are no lost loves!

They are just new lovers finding their way.