I was always here, but now I'm gone today!
Did you ever lose yourself in lines,
In the shimmer of a poet's art?
Spend countless hours, tracing signs,
Leaving reviews, pouring out your heart?
The most beautiful poems, a vibrant stream,
A world woven from rhythm and from dream.
Then wake one dawn, the world recast,
Not a whisper, not a single trace?
The vibrant tapestry, abruptly past,
No friendly face in that empty space.
My friends, my words, my digital embrace,
Vanished, as if plucked from time and place.
My heart, it shattered, a silent fall,
Like a mirror dropped, reflecting naught.
Did I ever exist, or was it all
A fleeting thought, a lesson taught?
The universe, surely, off its track today,
For the truth is, it happened to me.
From this aching void, I speak to you,
Where nothing lives, and ghosts reside.
Yet, a strange, small amusement broke through,
One person, from all the vast wide tide,
Had blocked me, ignored me, without a word,
A distant echo, never truly heard.
I'd never touched her digital page,
No cross-words exchanged, no path I'd trod.
Yet her restriction set a curious stage,
A tiny rule from some forgotten god.
And now? With all the world erased and gone,
I find I could comment, before the dawn.
Will I? The thought just makes me smile,
A teacher noting peculiar ways.
To draw a line, to build a digital stile,
To gate-keep beauty in these online days.
"Who can, who cannot," a stringent decree,
Ah, yes, my friend, that's called control, you see.
It is what it is, this painful art,
To rise from naught, and find your voice.
Talking to you, from a broken heart,
With no other choice, but to make a noise.
The poems fade, the kindness, the light,
But the sting of absence burns through the night.
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Online) - Published: July 11th, 2025 15:08
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