Eyes

I see the wind blowing in the trees

But I cannot feel it.

I see the people chatting as they walk

But I cannot hear it.

I see stalls selling hot dogs out on the street

But I cannot smell it.

I see the water splashing in a fountain

But I cannot touch it.

 

In this colossal glass and steel box,

A synthetic shelter from the world.

 

The cold breeze of air-conditioning,

An imitation of nature’s breath.

The sound of an elevator,

A robotic mockery of a human voice.

The smell of air-fresheners,

Acrid chemicals staining anything pure.

The gurgle of a drinks machine,

Dealing chlorine-tainted water to the room.

 

In this great fake world,

Only my eyes are true.

Author's Note

I found this while digging around my old writing box.
I wrote it in the summer when I was revising for my GCSEs, and I noticed how I could see everything outside, but I was completely isolated from it.