The Pale Blue Light: Poem

Pale Blue Light

I stare at the screen upon my hand,

Oblivious that you are here,

You call my name again, “dad”,

My grunt says, “yes, my dear”.

Your little eyes wait patiently,

A paper in your hand,

Filled with wondrous colors,

Your vision of a far, and distant land.

Still, I stare at pixels, and scroll, and scroll, and scroll,

The excitement you wished to share – fades,

Dies, as you see the blue light in my eyes,

You put the paper on my lap, but, there is a toll.

I stare at the screen upon my hand,

Oblivious that you are here,

You call my name again, “dad”,

My uh-huh says, “yes, my dear”.

The years go rolling by between us,

Like the scrolling of the screen,

The screen that gives no meaning,

While life remains unseen.

You stare at the screen upon your hand,

Oblivious that I am here,

I call your name again, “my love”.

Your grunt says, “yes, I’m here.”

You hold my feeble hand,

That once held that wretched screen,

That blinded me to real life,

And left so much unseen.

As the light in my eyes begin to fade,

You hold my hand so tight,

But with your other hand I catch a glimpse,

Of that damnable pale blue light.

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