What a wonderful paradise we've built ourselves,
A glittering, dazzling, perfect paradise
Where everything-everything-can be found at the tap of a finger
A wonderful, digital paradise
Oh, did I say paradise?
I meant prison
What if it's perfect in appearances only,
But falling apart at the seams?
What if all belonging, all the good-
What if that disappears?
Where does that leave us?
Worse off than before
So should be not trust it?
Not use the resources we have?
I don't know,
But as everything goes faster and faster,
It seems like I can only watch
As we create our own downfall
Rotted away from the inside,
Falling apart
Empty
Far, far from perfect
YOU ARE READING
The Original Poems
PoetryA collection of poetry, all written by me. Some of its kind of sad, and kind of dark. But it's all based, however loosely, on real life. A note before you read: I'm glad you're taking the time to read my poetry :). But before you do, I'd like to m...
