There’s no power.
No need to stare at my laptop screen,
No desire to scroll my Instagram feed.
There’s no power.
No feeling of worry coursing through my veins.
No feeling of being tied to an electric chain.
There’s no power.
No fuzz or buzz fluttering round my skin,
No thoughts of depression or anxiety flowing in.
There’s no power.
I lay still in my bed and dream about the strength of isolation,
I can feel peace without the overflow of useless information.
There’s no power.
Gives me a moment to decompress,
All my heightened senses can finally come to rest.
There’s no power.
