Connection Lost

gray0328

 

The room hums with voices—laughter, shouts,  

Hands clutch cans, the air electric, alive.  

The quarterback steps back, scans the field.  

A pass arches high, slicing blue sky.  

 

Eyes widen, motion caught mid-air—hope,  

A receiver's arms stretching, the moment.  

He is there, waiting in open territory,  

An anthem of glory poised to erupt.  

 

But silence, sudden, like a lightning crack.  

The screen stills, pixels frozen in betrayal.  

A groan rises, heavy as Sunday itself,  

Connection lost, wires unseen severed.  

 

We sit, stranded in time's aching hold,  

The roar of the crowd a phantom's echo.  

Around us, life breathes, dust-speckled, calm,  

But our gaze lingers on that vanished arc.

  • Author: gray0328 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 14th, 2025 07:34
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    Gray I had to pause and think about this one. The image is clear and I have been there on hold waiting for reception to be restored. A most frustrating experience, yet there is deeper meaning here as we watch life itself and reception goes down. The expected and predictable become unknown. A most mind provoking poem



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