PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Looking through the smoky glass of life,

pressing my face to see the other side.

Listening quietly trying to hear the fife,

wondering where people go once they’ve died.



The great question never explained,

never known ‘till it’s too late.

Even those who are tied and chained,

are never willing to accept their fate.



Fear of the unknown is in our genes,

instilled there over the eons.

What can we do as organic machines,

rebuild ourselves with augmentations?



Not likely in a thousand years,

so find a way to relieve your fears.