the blinking red light
cuts through the darkness
with all the energy
it can muster up
sending the signal
of a tired soul
with a heavy body
and dated mind
"is anybody
listening to me?"
echoes the computer
into the void
in a monotone
voice with no answer
"can anybody give
me the charger?"
it continues its
echo in vain to
no one in particular
but how much longer
will it be until
it finally shuts
down when it reaches
zero percent?
YOU ARE READING
A few sentiments
PoetryEverything is in shambles, but that's just how it is with nonsense writings. It contains (very) short stories, poetry, and just words in general that are strung together and might or might not hold some meaning. Basically anything my sleep deprived...
