Disconnect

A poem about living in the most connected era, yet we are so fully disconnected

The jug from the plug,
The bird from the air
The waves from the ocean
The tears from emotion
The mouth from the face
Displays displace
Blood from the veins
From our lifeless remains
sons from their mothers
Sisters from brothers
Friends from friends
You from me
You from you
Is this how life ends?

Caged in their heads
Far from free
Behind bars of meds
I can see
Them freeze, and fall, and break apart
Confused, deranged, disarranged, discombobulated
Disconnect

Say something if you see something
But you're never looking
Death offers itself on a stretched out ledge, composing a requiem for my last breath. I took its scrawny hand, longing for that neverland
But then I look down and saw someone staring at me. I stare back at them and they begin to mimic my movements.
You see me
I recognise those desperate eyes,
The mouth that cries
See me, see me
Then I realize i was staring in a water mirror
Still living in this disconnected horror.