This device has been a staple in my life for years, but
it has now become an addiction I’m beginning to fear.
It starts with checking my email in the morning, then
before long I’m streaming and chatting and blogging.
I’m called by my friends and family and peers, however,
all their calls are nulled by the screen, and I’ve disappeared
I’m transfixed by its beckoning light and imaged worlds, and
have lost interest in the reality around.
It offers entertainment, virtual experiences and information, but
lacks the intimacy of human interaction.
An appealing contraption of attractive power has
locked its subjects in an inescapable tower.
Connected to every country from a comfortable seat, but
lacking the experience. What a cheat!
I sit here behind a screen to write this poem, isn’t this
the most ironic statement you have ever known?
Intro to Poetry – Day 6 (Screen)