Human Contact

silhouette-boy-with-telephone

A smart-phone firmly fixed within his hand,
obsessed by dazzling pixels on the screen
the boy submits, seduced by its command
of who he is and what he might have been.

His concentration channeled far away,
a blindness shades the brightness in his eyes
oblivious to how the light of day
has failed to see his dormant spirit rise.

Now as we creep into the wanton world
where trolls reside inside the cyber streams
we lose ourselves as flags are not unfurled
to fly triumphant on a field of dreams.

Connecting to the net has quite a cost
for what is never found is always lost.

 


© Christopher Jervis, 2015

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