In the silence of systems unplugged,
No hum of life, no flicker of light,
A world frozen in the depths of night.
Digits dance in cyberspace's void,
Where ones and zeroes once employed
To build and connect, now stand accused,
As digital veins falter, systems defused.
In this quiet surrender, a whispers rise,
Echoes of a city's stifled cries.
Powerless before an unseen hand,
We await the dawn, a digital stand.
Yet in the stillness, hope remains,
That circuits revived will break these chains.
For in every shutdown, a spark ignites,
Resilience in darkness, as day reunites.
About the Creator
Abbas
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.
Comments (1)
Yeah being shut down is a weird feeling.