we become
ghosts in
these bright
screens, tethered
to a world
that never
sleeps, feeding
on the
endless scroll
of other
people's lives,
while our
own moments
slip through
untouched fingertips,
days lost
to the
glow we
crave, believing
this is
connection, until
we find
ourselves alone
in a
crowd, reaching
for human
touch we
forgot existed
beyond the
cold glass.
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Author:
gray0328 (
Offline) - Published: February 12th, 2025 10:50
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Comments1
A sense of anomie and seperation in this poem haunting! Too real
Thanks Soren always appreciate your feedback
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