Sheep

They walk like sheep
Expression-free
No eye contact, just screens
The sun is dying in between
Her hair so sleek, curl-free
They stream onto trains
In flocks of mundane routine
In and out
An emotionless flee
I am shrivelled
Stamped upon
Within my own shadows
Recluse, outcast
And what's worse
Devoid of life

Reviews

[Gee]

Reads like commuter hell. Everybody a stranger even though daily they meet, gone social skills as the age of tech, phones rules.
Good morning

[Kate]

Yep 🙈 good afternoon