I gain my consciousness
Small room, three people
Black room, pure evil
One is Screaming
One is fighting
One is watching
Legs of a spider
Mouth of a parasite
Only the smart man gets fed on
They have knowledge outside of society
So society must kill the minority
I protect my brain
I put my hoodie on
I pray I don’t go insane
Looking behind me in fear
Looking forward hoping shelter is near
As I walk down a road of pure chaos
I keep my head up
I put my brain in a kiosk
To obtain it, there will be a cost
About the Creator
Hannah Moore
Writing/poetry has been a big part of my life for 14 years & now at 24 I have decided to share the inside of my mind; writing has always been my escape planet & im on a journey to share my gift of expression 🌟🪐
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Comments (3)
This poem is rich in sensation and ambiance; I feel like I’m waking up into a dystopian nightmare 🤩 Well done and captivating!
“Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation can that which is indestructible be found in us.”
I feel close to this. Thank you