The phone
holds our souls
we have
no control
it has
solely n soulfully
uncared
for
time n
time again
time
not
well spent
we don't stop
we don't smile
we don't listen
we are not here
we are there
in a layer
of
technology
we talk no more
we sit so close
yet
we speak
not
we are
not
speaking
why
we are
friendly
to it
it loves us
not
it tells you
you're beautiful
in articles of screens
does it mean
as much
as the
fellow or Lady
who smiles
who stops
who says
oh thee you are
Lovely
thee Heavenly presence
of Beauty
of Delight
oh thee a sight
of Happiness
oh thee a glow
a glow that speaks to me
to say have a nice day how are you
we could of been lifelong friends when darkness hits
you
turn on your phone
you are
turned on
by the phone
to see
you see
this is you the world on the phone no room for us
who is us
us is me
me and you
lets stop and talk I Promise not to turn off in the middle of a conversation
or freeze in your time of trouble
or get lost in your time of need
or just not pay
so
I won't have to say
I Love You any more
Ill
Hear thee
I need
a Human friend
not
a phone
a phones friend
thee
controlling
obsessive friend
By: Ink Knighted Poet
I love this poem. It speaks to man of today, acknowledging the idea that this wondrous technology we have harnessed in an attempt at efficiency and ease of communication has hindered, at least some of the time, our ability to convey our thoughts and wants and needs the way we always have. Keep it up, Mr. Parra.
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