Lost To The Meme Poem by David Welch

Lost To The Meme



The masters of mad mountains,
the dark dwellers of deep,
the misty myth of memory
slips into soulless sleep.
The timeless, tangled tree-tops,
the perfect placid plains,
the eyes of heirs eternal,
now bore the barraged brain.
Amidst the active androids,
sharp, scintillating screens,
the lore of lasting legends
just melds to mindless memes…

Wednesday, April 15, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: alliteration,history,how i feel,imagery,loss,myth,rhyme,technology
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