Pandemic Poker

The windows to my future are grilled welded tight
Curtains alternate between
a brief hesitant flutter
and an indifferent stillness
In hues of lime green and aquamarine
The cloudy overcast skies spread the stench
of helpless despair
Clouds break down in intermittent spurts
unsure and hesitant
Habitual april showers
wail their hearts out
For a city that pixelates itself
into a somber graveyard
The violent gusts play out
the theatre of the enraged
With the trees and foliage
playing the perfect cast
The multitude of cobwebs
hang around unabated
Ugly witnesses to the designs
Of power hungry politicos
A brown eyed feline stares
through the window
Peers into my helpless soul
that awaits the card of skulls
In the pandemic game of poker
After all it’s just the case
of a solitary breath giving up
In a symphony of the absurd
I hypnotise myself into submission
and move on to amplifying
people’s cries for help
A streaky ray of hope
finds its way through the odds
uninvited and disguised
Prompting me to not to fold
kindling hopes of a better hand soon