Hypnotized by a screen
as wide as a human hand,
mesmerized by beams,
radioactive mirror trance,
Absorbing bitter energies
in digital wonderland,
a dumpster fire calamity
in which most don’t understand,
Brain is addicted, body’s froze
catatonic chronic doubt,
friends are moving on their own
Is this the feeling of missing out?
Sense of self comatose
shake awake, scream and shout,
they’re living lavish through the phone
Yes, I fear I’m missing out…
People doing what they want,
and I fear I’m missing out.
About the Creator
Bri Campbell
I am a 23 year old writer from New York. I love writing romantic poetry that blends modern and classic styles. Please feel free to share my work with your friends and like or comment.
IG: @bricampbell.xi
Twitter: @bricampbell_xi
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Message Me Afterwards
>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall6 days ago in Fiction
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