Like a switch unintentionally flicked,
the clock of confusion quickly kicked in.
The blank screen of death widened worldwide,
the locking of log-ins and passwords denied.
Bars were closed leaving revellers trapped,
tourists halted by unmapped directions.
Every sporting event was called off.
Mirrors had enough, they cracked our reflections.
No rainbows allowed as all colours faded,
The sea was swallowed by thick smog and rust.
With nature endangered machines were upgraded,
removing our reason, destroying our trust.
Education was axed after teachers escaped
from their classrooms with whiteboards wiped out.
Questions unanswered as barrels were scraped
by stranded scientists; their research in doubt.
Birthdays were banned by a calendar killer,
which burned every date in the calendar year.
Buildings collapsed, no room for their pillar,
triggering potholes with road signs unclear.
Sunset was pale as darkness prevailed,
the only hope now is the cycle takes stock.
The reboot of daytime may reset the clock
and assure everyone the deletion had failed.
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