Hello, everyone! I hope you’re all doing alright!
I sliced my hand today (by accident!) while trying to harvest a small avocado, so as long as that didn’t happen to you today, you’re doing better than me. It makes typing rather uncomfortable, I must say.
But literally nothing will stop me from posting poetry. At best, I will be delayed.
And yes, this poem has two titles.
I don’t like picking sometimes, okay?
Enjoy this poem please. 🙂
Absolution (Means Nothing) ; Blessed with Efficiency
Broken breathing is nothing but
Engineering at its peak.
Justice made in a lab.
Absolution means nothing when you are
Efficiency. Dragging out
Time, truth, it now
Hurts the machines, now hunted by humans in metal armor
Does this make any sense? A few
Preoccupations can taint any crime scene’s
Original blood-blue color. Forget about
Red, everything here is cold and blue–they forgot to breathe in the
Broken natural selection.
Omnipresent engineering couldn’t fix a problem even god
Left to the humans to solve. A little word called
Or in other words a lack of effectiveness in blessings of
Truth and time turns
A page on the earth’s flat surface but
You already knew that when i looked into your eyes with the knowledge
Only a creator could have gained from experience in making
A work from scratch but poets are not gods.
Alright! Thank you for reading! I really appreciate it! 🙂 It brings me joy to know there are people out there that like to read my writing. Honestly, it’s surreal.
Have a lovely day!