There's a glitch.
Just a little
unravelled stitch
in the worn fabric
of nature.
The matrix
is failing.
Our Mother Earth
is flailing
and the winds
well
the winds they are wailing.
There's a glitch
as the
universe spasms.
A crashing sound
echoes through
galactic chasms.
The sound
of a
million
heartbeats
all begging,
screaming
to be saved
whilst a flatlining
piercing tone is ringing
over our collective
mass grave.
There's a glitch.
The way of life
has switched lanes
it’s now heading
directly into traffic
in a car engulfed
with flames.
The brakes no longer work.
We can’t screech to a halt.
Everything is out of control.
All we can do
is sit and wait.
There's a glitch.
It itches just beneath
the surface.
No way to scratch,
its embedded within.
There's a glitch.
A ghost
in the machine.
It screams
in tortured agony
at what it
all means.
That things
are unravelling
piece by piece.
Soon there will just be
a world torn
apart by its
own disease.
The parasites
that walk on two feet.
The human race
bringing the Earth
to its knees.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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