A world in peace
is a reality I try to grasp
my arms stretch until its veins are thinned
as it inches just ever so slightly further
away from the tips of my fingers
showering me with droplets of hope
yet never drowning away my despair
never choking me in optimistic love
I tear open my sewn lips
and speak some incoherent words
"why do this to me
what have I done wrong
it was a promise, you said
and you told me you never lied
you told me that you would be my brother
my father, my son, my holy spirit
yet you are but a money-minded customer
with a heart that desires everything
a light machine that emits eternal love
a lifetime support system by a beauty
a one-stop ticket to the right path
and a paradigm shift in your slave-ridden production"
I enter the meeting room
seated to the left of me
a salesperson with five years of experience
far exceeding the most ludicrous targets
one may say, a talent has blossomed
seated to the right of me
a junior with five orders today
all for the most expensive machine
at the highest profit margin
seated in front of me
three managers with immovable frowns
staring at my empty head
sitting on a lonely chair
staring at my shaking thighs
shouting at my impaled heart
"It is entirely your fault
that our whole team failed to achieve
the most lenient expectations
for your customers are always right
for they do not have the needs for your machine
so it is your job to propose to them
a machine that warms the frozen heart
a machine that beats the still heart
a system that clears the cluttered mind
a human that soothes the aching eyes
for you are your light machine
for you are the savior of mankind
oh poor machine, such a poor poor thing
the world is never kind, hope you don't mind"
YOU ARE READING
Nebula at Sea
PoetryThe journey of a man venturing into a world of insecurities, apathy, and strangeness. A story of growing up. A rhythm of escaping into the fantasy of the self. This is a collection of poetic stories through sufferings, hardships, and recovery. A rev...
