Solace

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Apr 09, 2023 

Solace
for the
soul.
None
to be
found.
Modernity
unraveling.
Morphing
the brain.
Things
are
heating up.
Technology
running
amok.
Minute
by second
evolving.
Leaving
most behind.
Few
see it
coming.
Technological
tsunami
circling
the globe.
Changing
everything.
Out of
control.
Confusion.
Angst.
Rapidly
changing
terrain.
Shifting
under foot.
Undulating
existence,
a blur.
Unnerving.
Tension
abundant.
Anger
everywhere.
Exponential
change.
No end
in sight.

 

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