Hive Mind XxxX VIII

A Social Prose Commentary Poem: Spoken Word

Waylaid,

    Forefather clandestine manifest false rules of greed's petty inhumane fate over the destiny of so very many half lives roaming quasi ship vacant and stray, State of the vacant lost eternal harbinger of silence, Plague dread ghost flag mental fog ship naught a living memory scene recollected save via a white oblique foreign existence threat of solitude accumulating an exo-silent-skeleton shell over the stained regret ethereal grey discoloured shape of a life being nether swallowed into forever's loss.

In earnest anticipation of