Consumed; a short poem about spending too much time online
ex.14 > 19/11/24 -- Consumed
A million tabs open
A text conversation that was as hollow as any other
The workload lurks under the surface of
the bright flashy facade of entertainment
tired blood shot eyes intertwine with the pixels
Anything to pacify the mind
and occupy the little of what's left of one's time
--> side note: Recently I've started up a text file document in notepad where I write stupid poems to myself, So I thought I may as well try to share one here. I might try to post more of my poems later although most of them are pretty negative (-_-)