I wrote this poem a little while ago and it touches on déjà vu with a sci-fi twist. We’ve all had the feeling like we’ve done it all before, but we can’t put our fingers on it.
The poor soul in the poem finds out why he has the feeling in a mind-bending way.
I’ve walked this narrow hall before I can sense it
But it is my first day here; how can it be
A frayed memory my mind continues to omit
I swear I’ve done this before, but it escapes me
I told my wife, now she’s concerned I’m crazy
I feel it again as my hand touches the wall
But again, the recollection remains hazy
Perhaps I’m a prisoner here in thrall
My suspicion is piqued; I saw notes from my boss
It read the number seven is deprecated
Next to the number was my name with a line across
My frayed memory perhaps knew this was fated
I broke into the office today and met number eight
My mind is bent, and my sanity slips
We had one glaring similarity as I now recognize my fate
Number eight looks just like me now my world unzips
They are chasing me through the factory, ready to deactivate me
I’m a servant, just a number to them, a flip of a switch, and I cease to be
Let me know what you think!
Thanks for reading!
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