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A Plea in a Poem to Vocal Media
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A swelling sea
of unread stories flashing red
drowning the screen in a hundred voices
all shouting for a piece of your time.
We signed up in good faith
never expecting the algorithm
to turn into
this tidal wave.
Now a hundred stories a day
chase our attention
an endless media feed
leaking into our quiet spaces.
Ping. A narrative we did not ask for.
Ping. A superficial update we will never open.
We wade through this noise
dragging our thumbs through
endless
endless
endless
scrolls.
Down past the bright traps
and urgent, not urgent, text
seeking the basement of the page
for hope buried in microsopic grey.
We deserve an escape hatch.
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About the Creator
Alyson Smith
Neurodivergent, working-class writer and artist diagnosed with Bipolar. Based in Newcastle-upon-Tyne. MA in Creative Writing. Currently waitressing while finishing my novel.
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