The Pedestrian- Poetic Response

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In here is
Stifling warmth,
Walls closing in
Too many things
Thoughts
About that screen,
That blaring box…
Can’t it shut up?
Always announcing, exclaiming, shrieking;
Others watch with wide-eyed fascination
But it’s just a box,
Images and sound force-feeding ideas
Into a blank-minded audience.
It wasn’t like this before.
They thought, created, sang,
But now all but husks of humans are left,
Watching, watching, forever only seeing
Doing nothing to live, to laugh at
Something other than the box.
No individual in a sea of strangely tinted faces,
Smiling, frowning, crying at the same things
Sitting all in a row on the couch.

Outside the window,
Serene darkness
Folds itself around unlit candles
that glow a feeble blue
from within.
Stars shine bright,
Winking behind wandering clouds
Outside my window
And I think to myself,
Another walk tonight?