Done

A generalist in a world of specialists, smoke and ashes from a fire burnt

A sediment of a transcendentalist, stung by lashes from past desire learnt

Pages turned obsolete, once grass now concrete, a candle a LED light

Period at the end of a phrase, sunset at the end of days, falling curtain of night

No time to tend to a dying friend, wrap them up in a cardboard box and bow

Plastic flowers, water saving showers, eating fast food when always on the go

Freedoms lost, too much exhaust, leaders with flocks of too many sheeple

A techno god lives in an ear pod, subliminal messages to the people

Reviews

[carl]

I would say it is an accurate descriptor of how things are on the way to or have already become. Great word "sheeple" - your perception is always spot on. well done, sir. -carl

[Soren]

Carl my friend your words hearten the soul and encourage the the poet spirit. I appreciate your comment. Thanks for the support.

[RomaJ]

There’s a sharp, almost restless energy in this piece. It captures that tension between the old and the new, the human and the technological, with a kind of bitter clarity. I like how the imagery jumps from intimate loss to societal critique, making it feel both personal and expansive.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for your interpretive review and understanding words of support they are highly valued