Autopilot

Just shout outside

I don't feel like myself tonight

the world is on autopilot 

lost in purple twilight

And the exhaust trails

that litter the skies

like arthritic, crippled fingers 

reflective in these eyes

Called in to work

not leaving the house, then

as the rain crashes down

sliding down the walls again

No masks to wear

hiding from unworldly viruses

that seek to strike us down

until no one is left standing

For the first real time in my life

don't trust the government

don't be swayed

by the media's medusa -like gaze

Biting snakes beneath our feet

projecting nonsense through the airwaves

are you scared yet,

or just running? 

mathiasthom

written 5/22/20

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

A lot of good imagery here that reflects well the feelings of many in these times. Verses 3 and 4 do this especially well. The last verse poses a question for all to ponder.