Alone In Chinatown
In the early dawn's gray, under a sky so vast,
Sits a lone black man, thoughts of the past.
In front of a Chinese restaurant, silent and bare,
No scents of cooking in the stale morning air.
The streets whisper quiet, a world under a spell,
His head bowed in sorrow, in a lonely hell.
The pandemic's shadow, long and drear,
Has muted the life that once danced here.
Around him, Chinatown feels empty, lost,
A heavy price this virus has cost.
His heart aches in the void, so profound,
In this new world where silence is the only sound.
He reflects the pain of a globe in strife,
Each soul wrestling with a changed life.
The absence of laughter, joy, and cheers,
In his posture, the reflection of collective fears.
