Dark dreams & visions:
Spectral figures are haunting
Wounded galaxies;
Technological glitches
On a constant loop.
Things are now falling apart.
Art no longer heals;
Images that sneer and snarl;
Plugged in memories;
Preprogrammed feedback.
Consciousness is receding.
Can't communicate;
Textspeak on overload.
How did this happen?
Society dissolving
Like snowflakes in time.
Can't receive any signal;
Modern 'therapies'
Have replaced ancient wisdom.
Malignant digital age;
Viruses spreading;
Control centres are crumbling.
The virtual and
The real are colliding.
Fragments of cold stars
Descend into an abyss.
Very dark, very dystopian. A powerful piece that never slows, it's wrath just builds. What are the answers to today's self inflicted ills, one cannot simply answer that. For are we already over the tipping point, that ominous point of no return. Legions of questions and never enough answers. That's life. Thank you Dominic for your hard hitter and reality bites poem. Take care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Forgot to say Dominc, that image looks like a cross between Rod Serling's The Twilight Zone and Blade Runner. Well chosen to accompany your dark poem and most evocative.