Lost World

~Deana J. Tavares

Disregarding treetops

Stepping off curbs

Forgetting beauty

Absorbing the absurd

Missing the scenes

Checking those screens

Words not finding their way to ears

Decreasing years

Increasing fears

Bombs exploding all around

Faces entranced

Unfazed, peering down

One app suddenly becomes ten

We forgot how to write on

Paper with a pen

The seesaw keeps teetering

To far to one side

When balanced there is

A whole world that’s alive

Afraid a zombie apocalypse may be near

In case you haven’t noticed my friend

It’s already here

Look up

The sun it still shines

Wake up

We are running

Out

Of

Time

©2017