Dreadful Dreams

Dear Loser,

From Anonymous.

Some are born to hate.

Some are bred

within the plastic box.

Technology-based concealment 

reveals quarrels

with those they’ve never seen.

Manifested as wild wrath,

to harsh anger,

to burdening rage.

IP addresses camouflaged,

a deep plague immersing

a frightful army 

of copper wires, fingers,

facelessness.

An audience of watchers,

set mute,

a great bargain of entertainment

with no good sights.

The anguished apprehension

of targeted prey,

really worthy of charity.

Target’s bewilderment dreamed 

in the nightmare

of tears wrung.

Linda Imbler