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She let him dress in silence in front of the mirror. Aaron tried not to inspect too closely at the grey in his curls of black chest hair, or the paleness of his freckles, or the dark circles under his eyes. When was the last time he’d gone out into the proper sun? Not the UV baths, but outside? On instinct, he turned to look over the ‘windows’, but his only view was a computer-generated screen of an unblemished blue sky.
Can we find rest
for our wandering hearts,
to be satisfied
in playing our parts?
“You’re a strange creature!”
The alien said
as he dropped from the sky
to land on my head.
We have this plan
for a certain life,
that the world expects
that commands respect.
Find success, a job. Degree.
A short poem on the state of our world, the lack of human connection, and our inevitable betrayal of our world due to the selfishness trained into our society.
A poem about the reality of growing up, joining adulthood, and living out unexpected lives.