2020

[ComposerMike]

Towers like broken fingers
reach into a slate grey sky.
A memory of packed cities
of crowds that shuffled by.

The promise of cold silence
of store fronts now laid bare.
2020 the year of the virus
of emptied streets everywhere.

Tv screens flicker blue
to the box lose your brain.
The media hypes the fear
of the novel Covid strain.

Perhaps this is what some of the other critiques here are getting at, but I'd like more feeling to it. Maybe write more from a personal perspective. How does it *feel* to have a memory of packed cities, in a now empty city? Does it evoke in you melancholy? Sadness? Fear? A sense of the surreal?

How does it feel for everything to be wrapped in a cold silence? Is it a metaphor for any other part of your life, any time you've been lonely, any time you've felt empty, drained?

Can you make a description of the effect on you of hyping the fear? Maybe describe more the sense of fear we all have, or the surreal nature of the hype, or the feeling of being immersed in non-trustwothy media, perhaps anger at the media? Perhaps a sense of danger about where it all leads?