Science Fiction - The Time Machine Poem by Paul Warren

He stood in his laboratory in a haze
The dreams of the machine consumed his days
Working hard and not sleeping well
He created a torment and torture working hell
His mantra was creating the time machine
A modern Tardis, DeLorean or a H G Wells dream
His aim to prove that he can conquer time
And move forward or backward on the time line

Until one day with the flick of a switch
The machine went away then returned in a glitch
But all he knew was that it had disappeared
And after repeating the experiment he feared
That unless he went himself he would never know
What his machine would do and where it would go
So he continued the experiment of his life
Gaining confidence with a foreboding of strife

He sent objects through his time machine
And was able to make them return or so it seemed
Then one day he convinced himself the only way he'd know
Was to use the machine on himself to give it a go
So he powered it up and was sent through then
He returned to his laboratory at the experiment's end
The laboratory looked different to him as he looked around
And when he looked at his green arm he scream an unearthly sound.

© Paul Warren Poetry