powerless

Thanks to a fierce storm
I’m without electric power.
Woe is me!
A girl cold from air conditioning,
Read of florescent bright night lights,
Spoiled by spellcheck and wordweb
Bathed in ones and ohs:
I am becoming digitized
with each passing day.
Here, now, reduced
to penning ink on paper
By the flickering light of a candle’s glow