My Cage

By: Andrew Walker (School of Physics and Astronomy)
Competition Year: 2016
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Depression is a faraday cage,
your skin the metal,
your thoughts the charge.
The negative is forced outwards,
looking at it from outside this is all you observe.
People are afraid to come near,
lest they be caught by the Sparks,
and end up in a cage of their own.
On the inside however,
there is no charge.
There is nothing, numbness.
Soon you'll come to realise,
the cage is what protects you.

So in this sense,
you become a hollow conductor;
Things pass through you,
but can't affect what's inside.
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