Clouded behind the cover
of ones and zeroes.
This screen hides the pain.
Focus on fictional heroes.
No stimulation
In this prison cell brain.
It's all a simulation
like someone is playing a game.
Still concealed.
My operating system
has no words to reveal.
I barely have thoughts anymore.
I hide behind pixels.
The mirror screen
shows my reflection, mid scream
as I sway wallowing on the floor.
Hide behind the cluttered desktop.
Words won't come, my worlds corrupt.
The whirling sound
of the disk drive going kaput.
All I can do is scroll.
Depression has got me spinning
maddeningly out of control.
I need to stop.
It's taking forever for my windows to open.
My memories are slowing.
My actions are showing up in slow motion.
The screen has frozen.
Control alt delete,
press on repeat.
Control alt delete.
Thanks for reading
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