This Manic World Poem by DM W

This Manic World



In this manic, hyper-connected world
Where everything moves at lightning speed,
It's hard to decipher image from word.
Bright symbols and signs constantly breed.
How do we pick out facts from the absurd?
As we tread through the days, it often feels
That we wish our silent screams could be heard.
If only we could relax; be at ease.

This Manic World
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