Sitting in a room,
All alone...
In front of a screen...
A million pixel,
A billion interactions.
Protecting the footprints,
And building the defences,
In the invisible world...
The ghosts walks
Amongst.
Governing the cyber,
Securing the threats,
To remain in shadows...
Deep within.
Finding oppoetunities,
Where none exist
& rising above
Like a wildfire,
Out of a dwindling
Spark.
End
Subject: This poetry explores a day in life of an ethical hacker.
Image Credits: Creen.AI
