It Will Happen Tomorrow
I sense myself wide awake
Although I am deep in dream
It's like an altered state
Sights and sounds engulf my mind
Not today's but a different kind
When I re-awake what will I find
Strange noises surround my thoughts
I feel frightened by body in fraught
What I feel now, what has my mind sought
High pitched sounds like a banshee's wail
I try to decipher but to no avail
Like something hinders my subconscious trail
I awake from this dream, to the city noise
It has a different sound from the modern joys
They appear erratic, a twisted poise
From my penthouse flat I view the streets
People are wandering, there's a different beat
Friction aplenty, in daily greet
There's cars crashed, fire's burning
Bodies lying, people turning
I'm in confusion, my minds churning
To my balcony I go, to my telescope
As i view the city, I nearly choke
The newspaper seller looks a different bloke
He wanders aimlessly, in his selling place
His eyes have gone from his rounded face
What cause would permit this visual displace
As i meander my view, I witness other sights
People with no mouths, another blight
Oh no! others faceless, my city in plight
Carrion eaters in plentiful greed
Plumes of smoke from the oxygen feed
Somethings turned against my human breed
I venture down, to determine the extent
To fathom out where the previous days went
Why is this happening, what has the world been sent
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