Blackout Poem by jodde taylor

Screaming arrives
in pretension of silence
the last vein broken
no feelings lost
no feelings gained
everything runs
in unmoistured rains.

The contemporary
exhaustible heritage
swaying in a paradise
of untouchable
sequences.

Eclipses of
solid posing
but no substances
it's all open
every things for sale.

Wild roaming
found without
a heartbeat
a cold, cold surface
an icy escapade
skating over every shame.

It's another blackout
darker than
a pecking raven
eating away
at human consolment
left to exist
in deserts far, far away.

A plastic serenade
a stone marble parade
clinking upon roads
of sunken treasure
no-one knows anyone.

Just existing
for another crumb
of what could come true
it's darker than
ever before
every tender adjustment
to a hard chore.

Everyone just leaving
another piece
on an already
empty plate
how disturbing
the bonding human race.

Racing
into a blackout
it's lights out
on kindness
for a slow dying flame.