Lil Expensive Box
Woken up angry
Discontent
Woke up on the wrong side of bed
Couldn’t find the lil expensive box
I hold in my hand
It brings me music
It brings me sound
So angry I couldn’t find it
So angry it wasn’t around
This lil expensive box
I hold in my hand
We are attached
Like blood in my veins
Like oxygen
In the air I breathe
It makes me so connected
Dings and rings when strangers like my status
Or my pictures they have glanced at
This lil expensive box
I hold in my hand
I cant put it down
Me and this lil box have become one
I cant stop staring at it
Cant stop scrolling up and down
It has me under a trance
Has me under its spell
This lil expensive box
I hold in my hand
Has made me disconnected and alone
This lil expensive box
Isn’t a gift
Its addiction
In a shell
I cant look up anymore
I must look down
This lil expensive box
I hold in my hand
Has taken over my life
Its disconnected
A face to face connection
Relationships are under attack
With family n friends
With time not spent wisely
With love not given
With moments gone
Never to come back
As I sit here scrolling
Till the screen goes black
Kale Brereton
https://www.nytimes.com/2019/04/27/technology/apple-screen-time-trackers.html
Www.thefreethinkinghuman.com
Twitter; @thefreethinkin5
Copyright © Kale Brereton | Year Posted 2018
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