Phones

Soul suckers

How did you sneak in

To hands large and small?

Like hand held blackholes

One look, locked in

To an event horizon

of the real and digital

Wanting to stay in, wanting to pull out

One eye bathing in dopamine

The other a witness

To precious life, draining away

Energy drained

Time gone

From life already short

Soul suckers

I have little left…

An ember of what was a raging fire

Give me some space

And time

And let me love my mother more

Make that new recipe

With zesty flair

And sit in silence

Watching the screen of my mind

Wonder and create, like it’s meant to be

Let my soul, parched for so long

Come back to life

Please.