I always wonder, as I walk the streets at night
Past all the windows, behind which there’s light
Just what is going on inside ?
Drinking, drugs, sex or a fight ?
Or is it just rows and rows of blank, dead eyes
Numbed by what the wide screen T.V. supplies ?
Their brains dead, murdered before their time
But nobody will ever be charged with the crime
Soap operas and dumb reality T.V.
Is all these blank eyes want to see
Just a sad reflection of themselves
They sadly, don’t want to see anything else
Bio: Ian Lewis Copestick is a 46 year old writer from Stoke on Trent England.Although he started writing poetry 17 years ago, he started sending them out for publication only 7 months ago. In this time he has had over 90 poems and stories published in nearly 20 ezines. He is also featured in print anthologies by Alien Buddha Press and Horror Sleaze Trash.