Wilyem Clark
02-10-2016, 11:51 AM
What do we know of deprivation? Nothing.
Our bubble is made of hardened steel and glows
Like rose petals framing a sunset.
We hear noises—faint vibrations—but never budge.
The coffee in our cups is steaming hot and laced with nutmeg.
Our sight extends as far as our toes and not beyond.
When we feel cold we grab our blankets; when rained upon
We dash indoors. We have a knack for oblivious observations.
There will come a time when no one is immune.
Our bubble is made of hardened steel and glows
Like rose petals framing a sunset.
We hear noises—faint vibrations—but never budge.
The coffee in our cups is steaming hot and laced with nutmeg.
Our sight extends as far as our toes and not beyond.
When we feel cold we grab our blankets; when rained upon
We dash indoors. We have a knack for oblivious observations.
There will come a time when no one is immune.