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The Worm

Poetry

By Anthony WilliamsPublished 8 years ago • 1 min read

I woke up from a nightmare, where the power grid was shut down

The cities now vulnerable in the darkness

The power was gone and all hope had left with the light

Some welcomed the darkness as a chance to become wealthy

It didn’t take long for the looters to rise

There was no regard for women and children, only items of value were seen in the eyes of the greedy

Without our machines our nation would go back in time

Before a day with Edison, Maxim, and Swan

Before a day where our eyes weren't glued to a bright light

But it was only a dream

The worst case scenario

When our enemies attack without a soldier on the front lines

I was pleased to see a familiar face

My computer was a sign of a safe reality

The power button had a purpose here

The bright light had a strange comforting feeling, like seeing a familiar face

I did spend much of my time staring at the same bright light

If anything were to happen to this familiar face, I would panic like he was my real friend

But the familiar face was not a friend

The bright light blinded me

I was unable to see what was happening behind the scenes

The worm, the virus, the plague of the cyber world

Sneaked by the existing security

And now buried itself deep in the system

Patiently it waits

For an opportunity

That rainy day, to come out of the hole and leave its destructive trail

My screen went black, the virus is in attack mode

This is how it started, the nightmare I dreamt

And my worst fear, I am awake

sad poetry

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    Written by Anthony Williams