The Tragic Gadgets

From the edge, a melancholic sound

Buried in gadgets, I frowned

It beckoned, there is a world

Long forgotten, shreds of it still lie

Piece together, lest it die

Peek a look, into the world I was born

But for devices, all was torn

I explored, at the behest

Faces were happy, sounds were hollow

Common genes ran, relationships were fallow

Busy were all, progress was elusive

Among the chaos, humanity turned reclusive

I pressed, hope is left

Families still existed, love blossomed yet

Deep I delved, fell the veiled set

In a glimpse, the world lay bare

Ran amok, I reached nowhere

I implored, save the day

The sound was bereft, forlorn

Days of saving, are way past gone