Oh Internet, How You Let Me Down
Oh Internet, how you let me down,
A labyrinth of light, yet paths unjust—
You promised stars, but served me static sound,
A thousand voices shouting, half-unsure of trust.
Once, you sang of bridges spanned by code,
Where distant hearts would meet, and knowledge flow.
But lagged the call when "I miss you" needed to be said,
And pixels fractured where a friend’s face should have shone.
You dangled dreams of worlds without end—
Videos buffering at life’s truest moments,
A ghost in the router’s hum, a signal unkind,
Leaving my thoughts stuck in the void, unsent, undone.
You wore the mask of genius, spreading vast and quick,
Yet fed the flames of lies with every shared illusion.
Truth drowned in the torrent, lost in the click,
While algorithms hummed seductive confusion.
And now, when your threads snap, I feel the cost—
A nomad without map or compass, adrift.
For you, my lifeline, yet in your breakdown, I’m tossed
Between the longing for connection and the rift.
Oh, architect of distances disguised as near,
I trace your flicker, but no warmth appears.
I seek the world—not just its shadow, cast in bytes and years.
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A poem about our dependency upon the Internet and modern technology. How dependent we have grown that a mirror breakdown leaves a stranded. Nicely written.
Thanks, Sorenbarrett, I appreciate you stopping by and reading my poem. And how so true.
Most welcome Friendship
Yes, we may have typed out a whole poem, then get a blip - a 404 error or something - then have to do it all over again. Doh!
I appreciate you stopping by and reading my poem. And your words are so true.
Friendship, this resonates deeply…the disappointment, the grief, the way promise turned into fracture. It feels honest and lived-in, not abstract. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Oh, Tristan, yesterday and half of today. I appreciate you stopping by and reading my poem. and your kind words.
Ah, the faithful friend, the computer, I let you into my life, gave you my time, and how did you reward me.
Well, the world isn't mine for a start, that was supposed to be the easy task.
As for Attila the Hun, I mean, what the hell.
Well said. Paul, I appreciate you stopping by and reading my poem.
I said the Oh! Part in a Italian voice
I appreciate you stopping by and reading my poem. Demar Desu
There is promise of so much greatness on the internet! But it stands on the suffering of others, and coy deception of its users. Well written my friend!
Thank you, NinaGirl.I appreciate you stopping by and reading my poem. and your kind words.
A lament of our present day. There be suicides because of internet interaction. And now you reveal another aspect of bein in each other’s knickers. It’s like a one night stand and strangers in the night, ships that don’t even signal each other. 8 billion possible connection but lucky for even one. How truly sad. 🕊🙏🏻🌷
So true, Arqios. I appreciate you stopping by and reading my poem. and your kind words.
Most welcome, dear Friendship 🙏🏻🕊️
Oh don't be like that - this medium has allowed improvement from a very bad start.
Oh, how true, Doggerel Dave, I appreciate you stopping by and reading my poem.
Being true is very important to me - glad you approve.
Very relatable. Great work.
Thank you, Thomas. I appreciate your visit and taking the time to read my poem
Too many ads on the internet now... but there are still sites like these!
Thank you, Megan. Yes indeed, I appreciate your visit and taking the time to read my poem
A very perceptive poem...beautifully expressed! I completely concur with you with regard to the Internet.
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