Effie Yalena Steyn
Blank Screen Misery - Poem by Effie Yalena Steyn
My fingers rest in wait for your reply
On a tiny screen in the back of my mind
We talked today
You said you'd never go away.
Words flashed up as you typed in real time
Words that were charades, like a sick pantomime
We had walked home together, as I turned, your
Fingers touched mine, for a second, no more.
A nickname I've forgotten, a response so platonic
And nothing more. How ironic
That the 'instant messenger' designed to connect us
Has pushed us away. The grasp of technology tightens
I want to go back to hearing your voice
To anything but the same keyboard noise
That echoes around as I sit in my seat
Contemplating the misery, a blank screen in front of me,
not filled with your love and trust. I'll put up a fight
And counter the demons, we'll talk properly tonight.
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