I see,
My eyes are open wide,
I see children before me,
they're running through the city park
I see blue skies,
they're full with tufts of cotton wool,
the sky is not bright blue and blazing,
but it's still a variant of blue.

I feel the air,
It's sticking to me,
like it's stuck with sello- tape
I feel a slight lick of the breeze,
it's not enough to make any difference,

I touch,
I touch on issues with my words,
sadly my touches aren't enough to make a difference,

I pretend not to be able to care.
I feel pain when I try to sleep,
when into my mind,
your memory creeps,
it's audacious, almost impudent,
sometimes stops me sleeping,
in the night-time mega heat.
but really,
it's not you that stops me sleeping,
not often anyway,
I'm more concerned with the way of the world,
as she's winding down to die.
Killed by the fighters who have no idea of potential for world decimation,
my lords how I fear your stranglehold,
and you wonder why I'm scared.
(C) Livvi