The silent storm
Shuttered clinks and clacks
devolving the spans
consciousness unfolds
Loose lifted, now falling
Silk flutters to the floor
The man's mind wrapped
In airwaves
Watched by an increasing
Drone overhead
Flies tangled
Spiderwebs grown weak
And blown through his
Rented home
But he stays slobbering,
happy in his covered
Bliss, so he's told,
Alone and silent
Watched by a soaring
Manmade star
Corrodes his ducts
Dries his eyes
And suffocates
His lost boy
Never will he
Never Never can he
Focus a nerve,
Find peace in land
Fearing he missed
The last show
He searches a quadrillion
Times fast
Terabytes
Speeding, he pecks
At buttons
And misses
The tonsils
Of his gasp
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem needs work and I think it's the worst one posted here. So, if you have somehow stumbled here, brave reader, try another.