So many screens,
Glowing bright,
Like stars at night,
They own me.
Pictures of old flame ,
Mobile phone game,
I have no books or dictionaries,
Only screens.
Waking working,
Evening morning,
No interest in the alive,
Screens blind my eyes.
Speak less type more,
My world a diverse porn,
Consumed as I gaze on,
Till the day I become a screen.
