You don't hide it anymore do you?
No more metaphors.
No more similes.
It's just despair now.
Where's the poetic flair?
Where's the mystery?
Oh.
Are you expecting help?
A line?
Oh dear.
I'm afraid not.
You see.
These poems...
Are nothing but lines to them.
Blocks of text.
A blip.
An uneventful occurrence at best,
An annoyance at worst.
Scroll down...
Scroll down...
Disengage
Disengage
An emoji or two, if you're lucky.
They're not that important you know?
How arrogant of you to assume.
Your end will just be unceremonious,
Just as boring,
Just like the others.
Poems or no.
