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 24 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
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