Prisoners In A Cell Poem by Whitney Nicole Albright*

I tried to catch your eye
With the full moon in the sky.
But you missed how bright it shown.
For you were on your phone.

I wanted to wake you at first light,
Give you breaking joy after a stormy night.
But you didn't notice the pink-hued tones.
For you were on your phone.

Through your children I sent you adoration.
They tried to guide you on an exploration.
You missed games of hopscotch and skipping stones.
For you were on your phone.

Spouses lie in bed with their backs to one another.
Not taking time to talk or breathe in each other.
All the wasted nights, together but alone.
You're all building up walls, somewhere on your phone.

You should spend time with loved ones while they're here.
There are missed memories you'd have held so dear.
You'll look around one day and they'll all be gone.
And you were on your phone.

You could have read your Bible on days so fair.
Now you're left with unlearned lessons and unspoken prayers.
You're a special weapon I could hone.
But you've been on your phone.

I created you all to do my work.
Feed the poor, heal the hurt.
But instead of reaping seeds I've sown,
You're all on your phones.

You close your eyes to beautiful scenes.
Oceans blue and pastures green.
A kinship with me has went unknown.
For you were on your phone.

My children have become like prisoners in a cell.
Without consideration of me, heading for hell.
And one day you'll be all on your own.
For you were on your phone.