Poem - Phubbing
No Cell Phones!
I am the breath that makes you breathe
I need to let go but you need to see
The ways that I am live beneath the frown
Lifting you up and denying the crown
I wish for hate, for blood, to see
The stare past death,
Once love
Sees me
I cannot fix
I cannot change
The chains reborn that I reclaim,
I catch the dove and hold its wings
Lament my will I must proclaim
In A I Be
To L the curse
Leaked bits of soul
Our hearts, minds, and true definition of friends
Incomplete sink down,
Alone morose a voice once shared
Regressed to pictorial linguistics
Regressed marriage, relationship,
Solitary echo of what was once paired.
The choice to teet or choose to speak
I plead to others who’s shadow fades
For progress has stripped which much be saved
Before throngs of hollow souls are washed away
Swept up,
Tossed and cast out by the seductive digital wave.