Gross Reality
Isolation, sweet poison,
Guard of mind and soul,
Which gives no reason
Going outside at all.
Windows, grim showpiece
Of dystopian buildings,
Which force to release
All the lesser beings.
Humans, meat machines,
Dumb and fleeting slaves
Which money demeans
Any sort of braves
Terra, weak woman,
Molested and hurt,
Full on affliction.
Users are inert.
Cyberdevil
This was a really nice one. Brooding, you can feel the atmosphere seeping through, cagey and glum, life in a cage, an eye for apathy wider than rage...
Followed nicely until the final stanza, it feels different there, different theme, different viewpoint, not as relatable to me personally... 3/4ths though very nice. Very relatable.
thestupidmeddy
Thanks for taking your time and commenting on my crappy poem