Mind Pollution

By: Aisha (School of Chemical Eng. and Analytical Science)
Competition Year: 2014
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Your voice fades through static photons,
caffeine and white-hot distractions,
dull alarms, some tangled neurones,
throbbing music and limp earphones.
Your words repeat, words repeat, words
don't sink in, and sound so absurd.
What was the last question you asked?
Light bulbs drill holes, everything blurs,
reflects from the glass I stare through.
The people are dolls, even you,
as your thin voice wavers away,
while someone sings in the background.
You say your father has died and I
feel nothing, feel nothing for you.
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