Power Station

To all of my loves, I'm nothing but a greying power station. They're not interested in me or my well being I'm not sure if they ever were. They come at me with endless barbed babble have little need for dialogue or advice I'm just a chew toy for their mental mice... when their confusion evolves into a vice They have their smart phones and other instruments of distraction they already know everything. My loves are leaving now -only half charged up They're onto their next power station to get topped off. I'm completely drained but completely happy that they're gone.