Knocked Offline Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Some can't eat.
Some can't sleep.
Some are too weak to stand,
Up on their feet.
Some are too bothered,
By the news.
Some are just too frightened,
By what others might do.
And few...
Can find anybody,
In sync with the times.
Many have been realigned.
And few...
Can find anybody,
With a mind not knocked offline.

Treasured thoughts,
Have long been pawned.
Nobody chooses to know,
What's going on.
They want their fix,
On quick delusions.
And everyday,
From Sun up to dawn.
Yet few...
Could care who's aware,
And in their right state of mind.
Normal or dysfunctional.
Few...
Can find anybody with a mind,
Not knocked offline.
Not knocked offline.
Not knocked offline.
Or...
Downloaded to be noticed.
Or...
Looking as if something had snapped.
Or switched off...
Never to come back.
And few...
Can say today,
What's happening is just imagination!
And few...
Can say they've made,
Reservations not to go insane!