Wrong Awakening
Tower reflect human spirits
As objects
Trees crowded out
By buildings
Human minds connected
To machines
Metamorphosis of meaning
Dissolution of spirit
Death
Disintegration
Metropolis of decay
Trapped within their own creations
Even in sleep she cries out for release
Bright clouds bring hope for your escape
Concrete cracked by unseen armies
Roots of trees patiently strangle
Machines that were wrongly awakened
Freedom arrives slowly
© 2011 Desert Dreamer
Poem inspired by the artwork shown titled "Wrong Awakening" by Peter Gric.
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