#621-Robots

Sleeping,

With a blanket of white.

Waiting,

For warmth to arrive.

I can’t feed you...

Veins are closed.

Blood is frozen.

Only thoughts may reach,

In this deserted place.

Sheltered from a world,

That moves without sleep.

Dragging lifeless bodies,

For no reason I can see.

Nature can’t be changed.

Not hers,

Yours, or

Mine.