virtual

[71degrees]

virtual
 
I´m in a spider web that leads me anywhere
as I stare into a flickering monitor.
No use to touch the screen, none to inquire
about the other ends or dead-ends of the wire.
 
But how was I trapped in this tractor beam?
Incapable of disconnecting from a dream,
paralysed by longing or by desperation,
swallowing the toxins of this revelation.
 
The den of thieves shall be set free in cyberspace.
I long to pour my feelings out among the virtual waste,
left empty-hearted and condemned to stay
here in the real world another unreal day.
 
 
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maybe depressive bullshit. I am thankful for every critic.  
 
furthermore those lines were slightly inspired by another poem posted here, hope that´s not copyright infringement.

"tractor beams" makes me think about an old Star Trek episode. I know you're trying to be a bit "futuristic" or something, but using a term from a 60's show puts me in a bad mood to start with. "Den of thieves" is Biblical. You span centuries in a matter of five lines. Too much for me. The last stanza makes me think you're stuck in a bad Poetry forum or something and can't get out