Wherever I go, I see glowing rectangles
Whatever I do, I see glowing rectangles
Squared
And shiny
Bright
Colors spread through the light
Even if it can go dull
Will the blue ray stop
Piercing, blinding, stinging our sight?
Oh, the rectangles
Keep holding although the night stands
Chained by the tight rope in hands
Hold it like life depends
Welcome to 21th century
Where the fantasized technology
Makes the most slouched humans in the history
I mean, what can I do
A reflection of dreams
A habit of ours
The least we can do
Is reduce the usage
I wrote this on mine
So it's ironic, too.
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My first poem i've ever write!
Let me know what you think of it by leaving comments down here. Open to any suggestions or criticism :)
YOU ARE READING
Handwritten
PoetryMy recollection of deep thoughts in head. And sorry for some random ass things i wrote. lol ********FINISHED********** ------------------------------------------------------------------- Note that i am still a beginner, my diction is not that vary...
