An imagined community,
An imaginary certainty
And all that seemed real
Grinds to a halt
The bubble has burst.
A look across the rooftops
Shows the cracks and holes
Of an obvious ruse.
A quiet realisation that
The bubble has burst.
Senses are heightened
Yet the dangers unseen
The knowledge of suffering,
We read on our screens that
The bubble has burst
Here I sit in a bubble of bliss
How lucky am I
In times such as these
To share it with you
My darling, my queen.
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Barry Kenna writes poems, short stories and opinion pieces.
“A look across the rooftops
Shows the cracks and holes
Of an obvious ruse.”
Well said. Thanks for the poem Barry!