Science Fiction - The Voice Poem by Paul Warren

It was just the little things I noticed day to day
A look, a blank stare that wasn't their way
It started after the unusual night sky
When an asteroid had flew past the earth nearby

The morning started as usual opening the shop
When she came in and walked straight in to stop
In front of the coffee machine and just stared
Until a minute had passed seemingly without a care

I asked her what she would like from the store
Eventually she said a latte coffee nothing more
And as the days went by I started to hear the voice too
Urging me to relax and submit to them just sleep would do

But I resisted and went to the Flinders Ranges to the old homestead
And stocked it up from the shop stores so I could be fed
Then I noticed that the voice was strongest on the full moon
Still demanding compliance from me as it needed to be soon

So I sit and try to think it through as I wonder what to do
As the voice taunts me to join the rest of them too
And I wonder if the steel plate in my head keeps me safe
From the invasion that is taking over the human race.

© Paul Warren Poetry