Glitch!

Hard for him to believe the image was so real

his friend had died years ago

it faded and the coldness lifted what was real

technology could recreate life

make what did not exist a reality before you

with hologram programming

impossible to know was actually real anymore

implants in the brain was standard

private thoughts eliminated now part of the hive

in a virtual realty society had to survive!

 

So how was it possible to see and recognize him

it was when he was a child

that Jake had that accident always had guilt

how could he be here by that lake

those memories long forgotten streaming back

it was not a hologram or CGI

hit his head maybe the implant was damaged

for the first time since a lad

could think for himself everything seemed real

and his emotions could feel!

 

But it was bleak he stood in a wasteland of ruins

trees were dead grass was to

how had he got here tried to go walk forward

feeling so weak his mind confused

then his thoughts cleared it was a nice sunny day

now had been put back on-line

this was a much more serious glitch in the matrix

still wired up to the master computer

yet deep in his subconscious the memory stored

soon would overload the mother board!

 

The awakening was coming and the truth exposed!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

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  1. Great storytelling through verse! I love sci-fi😊

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