Dark poetry on the verge of the abyss.

There’s always
the danger
of falling
into a hole.

The dark well
of not knowing
that exists
on the edge
of unclear
thoughts.

Pausing
in mid sentence
to adjust
the stream of words,
the flow
that knows
no bounds
swirls
just above
the drop off.

Recognizing
the bottomless pit
isn’t as easy
as it used to be.

Trickery
and digital mastery
have made
seeing and believing
into a visual fantasy.

The solid life
has been left behind,
now pictures float
across virtual skies
like candy
coated clouds.

Sweets
for the eyes,
turning sour
only as the veil
is lifted
revealing
the treachery
behind
the disguise.

Tasty licks
step lightly;
the imagination
carefully tests
the open space
ahead for reality.

What has been left
to believe in,
with so many
promises broken.

The parade
being led
by the creditors,
advertising
the better life now,
and easy
payment plans
for family members
who will survive you.

While food venders
add more sweeteners
to the meat, and make
the deals so cheap
that real fruit and vegetables
have become unaffordable.

The stress
of availing our lives
to the unreliable
is made more miserable
by the scientists of confusion,
who have concocted
pills and potions
to balance the body fluids
who’s tilt has been caused
by societies contributions
to our inhumanness.

The hole into hell
wasn’t even
marked with a sign;
no form to fill out,
no lines,
no waiting,
just a rush of anxiety
at the entrance.

When,
who knows,
it seems so long ago,
even though
it could have been
yesterday.

This pain
must mean
that the danger
is passing.

Being
in the dark deep
is comforting,
with so many
faces looking
all the same.

Troubled times
just lets the words
trail off,
without
any ground left
to stand on.

Somewhere
out there
over the top edge
another generation
is reaching
for their dreams,
as the advertisers
stand ready,
poised
with their poisonous
lies.

I want to scream
to warn them,
but the overlords laugh
and say look,
he is free
to speak
his opinion.

Yes
the newbies agree,
as they are led
closer to the abyss
for their first taste
of anxiety.

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