Glows On The Face

Glows on the face.
Eyes red, in this dead place.
Staring at the flat cold screen.
Praying to the great machine.

It won't work!
Why!?
The sweat forms beads.
No leads in this mystery.
The errors flow.
The program will not go.

It worked before!
It worked!
It did!

Nothing is different.
All the same.
It worked before and nothing's changed!

His life lived out without a trace.
The night outside is distant and serene.
Glows on the face.
Eyes red, in this dead place.
Staring at the flat cold screen.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.