the phone buzzes again and again
a leash tied to my quiet moments
connection turned into a heavy chain
they ask why i didn’t reply sooner
the silence between words is gold
but no one wants to hear silence
if i don’t call it must mean war
if i pause it must mean betrayal
love measured by blinking screens
attention stretched thin like thread
is it my job to always be reachable
to prove my care with constant answers
i choose the art of stepping back
to reclaim moments that feel whole
no answer does not mean no love
silence is still made of love too
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gray0328 (
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Superb work. I relate.
Thank You Thomas, I appreciate your feedback and support
The message of this poem earns a fave. But do not think that that is all the merit it has (the phone buzzes again and again a leash tied to my quiet moments ) a great line that is reflected in the entire first stanza. Well done.
Thanks Soren I appreciate your feedback and support
I feel like so many relationships these days are connected by social media and the internet. The feeling of being "left on read" or "left on delivered" can be crushing to some, though I think it's important we take a step back and focus on the smaller things. Your poem perfectly reflects this. Bravo!
Excellent write
In a time when people are constantly tethered to their phones, your poem is a real treat. I enjoyed your realism and the way you addressed the disturbance. I read your poem all the way through and truly enjoyed it to the end.
great write, enjoyed the read
you have made a truly valid point here. i agree with you
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