to catch a soul
I am trapped inside this virtual
world where judgments
are issued without warrant
and disenchanted encoders
sip on encrypted whiskey
while laughing silently
without notice shots of pain
stream down the sciatica river
where boys sit on rocks
and pretend to fish
with artificial bait
waiting to steal my soul
june two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
Ah yes! These delightful pains of old age I wake up too each day. I try to pretend they are just a passing phase. If I speak of them they become real.
You got that right, Archie!
a poem with depth
thank you once again for visiting my little poetry world 😀
Especially like :without notice shots of pain
stream down the sciatica river
Thanks so much, Melanie. 😀