Input.
Must have
input.
Screen
stares.
Heads
bowed,
new god
made.
Worshiping
at the
alter
cyberspace.
Input
flowing.
Saturation.
Mind
altering
flow.
Forsaking
all.
Mesmerized!
Worshiping
input.
Unending
unrelenting
mind altering
flow.
Raptured,
trapped,
controlled.
Gripping
tight.
Loss
of soul.
All victims
of input.
Forever
more.
Will
never be
free.
Never
the same.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 28th, 2023 08:00
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 2
Comments2
I absolutely love the rhythm of this poem.
Thank you for reading.
JP
So very true John, they are all hooked onto their 'phones.
Andy
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