Gauntlet

John Prophet

Gauntlet. 

From

birth to

death.

The gauntlet 

run.

Staying alive,

ancient

course

once

laid out.

Running

the gauntlet.

From

physical 

to mental

obstacles 

evolved.

Survival 

of the 

fittest,

once

obstacles 

defined.

Inundation.

Modernities

curse.

Inundation, 

smothered.

Smothered 

in information,

running 

harder to

keep up.

Never,

 ending

free flowing 

information.

Flooding,

smothering 

the mind,

crushing

the soul.

Flow 

accelerating

denser,

continuously

denser,

the gauntlet’s

state now!

Runaway

train the

course

has laid

out.

Look

into their

eyes,

humanity

losing

its mind,

its soul.

Flying

off the 

rails

civilization 

soon 

will be.

Best

turn off

the machines,

while

you still

can.

 

 

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 22nd, 2021 21:02
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Goldfinch60

    As we run that gauntlet each step we take gives us experience and when we have gained enough we will turn off those machines.

    Andy

    • John Prophet

      Hope you’re right Andy. Thank you for reading JP

    • L. B. Mek

      indeed, we're all
      just a 'clicked, power button - of choice, away'
      from all that yearned-for: serenity...
      intriguing, as always dear poet

      • John Prophet

        Serenity indeed, what’s sorely lacking these days. Thank you for reading.



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