​From a faraway distance
know you can see
all that is out of control
in the air around the world
that is pulling at the seams.
 
People are locked away,
worried about their loved ones
feeling alone and scared.
Isolation is playing
with the thoughts of the mind.
It is never-ending, the alone.
 
Tempers are starting to flare,
rage is taking over.
The wind is spreading the fire,
people are hurting,
sharing the pain with others.
 
Know you are watching,
the destruction is growing,
wounds me be beyond healing.
 
You are the Angel of Healing
yet are letting all bleed out.
So much sorrow
lining the skin of faces.
Scars to be felt for years
yet from a distance
you are sitting, watching.
 
June 14, 2020
©Andrew Scott - Just A Maritime Boy 2020

​This tunnel seems to go on forever
completely dark in this passageway
the brick walls are wet with slime
giving the feeling of dampness
that runs through the body
 
Have never felt so alone
with every indecisive step taken
no one ever takes the same steps
as each tunnel is different
 
At times, wish for company
to share the experienced fear
in where this hole leads
 
Hold on to all hope
that past spirits will guide
as I cannot see, only feel
the cracks that are stepped in
 
Breath and believe
that there will be
a tinker of light
in this life's tunnel
 
July 11, 2020
© Andrew Scott - Just A Maritime Boy 2020