The screen goes blank

The screen goes blank – black!

A lazy Sunday, well past noon

Wearing a smile, waving your hands.

You tell them you do great.

Ask them how they are

And as they lie back, on Skype.

The machine says enough! Gives up on you.

The screen goes blank!

The distance feels so real.

Your shouts turn hysterical.

You wail now in pain

Your prayers are in vain

For nothing, you could do

When the screen goes blank – black!

The busiest subway station

At the heart of civilization

People keep pouring in

From pubs, parks, and parlors.

A dozen trains come at once

And you’ve no clue which one.

A hundred screens flash lights

In a bid to guide you home

You follow their commands

Find your order in the chaos

And then boom they go

The power lines are now snapped

The chaos grows wild and wild

As the screens now go blank – black!

Exhausted! You get home

The day’s dealings drained you down

In the make world of gaming console

You find some respite for your soul

Choosing your car,

Picking your gun,

Your moves so stealth,

Harbinger of hell

At the top of your game,

You focus and aim.

As you go in for the kill

Your console heats and dies.

Poof! Goes your warzone.

You try to push it back on.

All your efforts for no avail,

You’d never know if you did kill.

None of it really matters

When the screen did go blank – black!

Shoving the pen and paper

The writer boots up the computer.

On the keypad, the fingers dance.

Clickety-clack, the words take form

Vague ideas, now shape stories

Though it wouldn’t last long

Thanks to the now-dead batteries

The writer sinks in their seat.

The work remains incomplete

You know why it’s so

Yeah, the

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