A Machine Nightmaire Poem by Lia Padena

The lie that served him frightened him
and it hurt her heart again
there where
her finger shows where
it was a meeting
his own state
a tension like a shell
he knew he did not want war with anyone
but just to defend themselves
everybody is looking for their way
and each chooses what to explore
but all this free energy could be manipulated
could be tired of harassment
determined to be anxious
from childhood it was coming out gently or suddenly
in next world like in a machine nightmare
one to make money
who joined him with whom he did not fit