Escape

John Prophet

Escape.
None.
There
is no
escape.
Tidal
forces
of what’s
to come.
Tidal
forces
wash
over all.
Pervasive.
Every
nook and
cranny,
it will
find.
No hiding,
none.
It permeates
all.
Orbiting,
wirelessly
impregnating.
Impregnating,
the mind,
the soul.
Group
think
coursing
the planet.
Enters the
eyes.
Enters
the ears.
Roosts in
the mind.
Fermenting
reality.
Bending.
Molding.
Shaping.
Shaping
discourse.
What’s real?
What’s original?
What’s planted?
Puppet masters,
controlling.
Controlling
all.
Pushing the
buttons.
Pulling
the strings.
Tweaking
free will!
Nowhere
to go.
Nowhere
to hide.

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 14th, 2021 17:20
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 14
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

✔ Receive the ebook in seconds ✔ 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments3

  • Goddess of the Mist

    Frightening! (I try not to watch) and live in my own mind a lot.

    • John Prophet

      I like you see nothing to view out there. Thank you kindly for reading my work JP

    • Goldfinch60

      But those of us who believe the puppeteers are wrong can often cut those strings and lead a real life.

      Andy

      • John Prophet

        Agreed Andy. For those of us who see what’s happening. JP

      • L. B. Mek

        so intense, really liked the distilled minimalism
        a concentrated version of your trademark style
        such a fantastic reading experience
        (in my humble opinion)
        thanks for sharing

        • John Prophet

          As always LBM you’re too kind. Thank you for reading. JP



        To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.