The Camera Stole My Soul

Oh, hateful lens...

I stand in the garden,
Looking up at the vast grey sky,
Clouds shifting,
Travelling to far off places
Slowly marching to the unknown.

A beautiful picture.

My mind sees life,
Summer evening air,
I can hear the trees trembling in the wind.
I feel the depth of the night drawing closer.

Click the button,
The flash goes.
Check the screen for my experience.

A dead image is all I see.

You can’t capture my soul!
You can’t replicate this moment.

`The camera never lies.'

`Maybe'
But it misses so much.