~u.F.O~ Poem by E Nigma

~u.F.O~



Trapped in this queer
Looking contraption
Buttons upon gadgets
Electronic maps

Coordinate us through
This traffic
There's a static
Ambience passing

Nothing more than
An ambulance
Full of tragically
Fading dreams teetering

On the edge of what
We call reality
I can hear the darkness
Screaming obscenities

I'm listening and fading
Craving To leave it all
Behind but my body lying
There's never looked so good

Saturday, March 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: thinking
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