Modern Slave

Shuffling amongst
The bedsheets.
Day in,
Day out.
Pillows piling up
And down the face.
Wires in,
Wires out.
Slurping bottled water,
Instant ramen
And anti-depressants.
Air conditioner on and off,
Occasional bathroom breaks,
Occasional breath stops.
Only one season circulates
In that closed dark room
Filled with numbness, chaos,
Smirks, tears, gasps, shocks.

The robot sleeps with technology,
Wakes up to be a slave
Again.
The cycle continues
As the eyes are stuck
On a screen glare.

Beware
Of the future you're creating
Beware
Of your own self.
I hope
It's not too late yet,
I hope
Humans aren't that far away yet.