Living in a world
of tech-no-sense
really is affecting
my consciousness...
Boggling my mind/
ruining my peace.
Cluttering my time,
needing to cease.
Don't get me wrong
Everyone loves their toys
I love my laptop,
but I get annoyed.
There's nothing more
consoling to a painful woe
Than a kind person
in the flesh and soul...
I like to look into
a person's eyes
texscript is just not the same...
I like to hear
a person's voice
to see what's behind the name...
Cell phones are good
no doubt,
but all the gossip
makes me burnt out..
Tech-no-dates
are such a nightmare
beneath my password
why would they care?
But I hope one day
I can hug someone
and feel their heartbeat,
it would be fun,
Then,
I will breathe again...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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