Mayday-Mayday Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

As if head with crown
Are cut and hanging on
I walk on; Feel rooster
(With blood ejecting)

What is this, where am I?
Can't be day, is it night?
I can't see who's around.
It must be a nightmare...

Please help...‘S.O.S.'

No signal, no ringing
There's no light, no alarm
Phone is dead for two days
End substance; I'm addict

With technic we have lost
Memory, hard working
Instead we have gained
Idling time away; relying