Tickling in masks
Past perfect, post haste
Wishing a kiss to
Empower cracked lips.
Yet I angrily stare at
Maskless stragglers
Youthful faces bare
Proudly naked rebels.
Citing digital cyphers
Of being well
Forced smiles
Of mental pretence.
Yet shard-like wrath
Pierces my covered complexion
Masking my contorted
Frustration.
Pausing and waiting
Untouching spotless steps
Phantom amongst phantoms
Ghost amongst ghosts.
Yet when it passes
Our invisibility will remain
Shadows floating in rain
Melting away in wet stains
This is the way world ends
This is the way world ends
This is the way world ends
Not with a bang but a whisper.
Raf Uzar
Raf Uzar 
You also have this feeling that the world is about to end? I love your poem👍