Dark Poem ~ Virtual Synthetic Suicide

Why am I flying?
Below the waterline…
Drowning in good intentions.
Floating just above the surface.
Hearing cold waves vent force.
Shivering, shivering in silence.

Why are they crying out in the cold?
Tears becoming icicles.
Will the warm front come?
Frost on face.
Ice glass enclosed.

Why are the birds flying east?
Isn’t that the road to death?

Frozen in flight…
Wings splitting.
Souls, frigid and dieing.

Flight of virtual synthetic suicide.
When did the world come to this?

Winter wonder psychosis land.
Still eyes lie and wait.
Opening spring gardens’ gate.

A Heaven. A Hell.
Inside nice candy shall.

When the ice melts…
Do you cry or quiver?

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