What Am I
Wandering in the throbbing
tunnels of my soul.
Why on earth do I write?
To a silent world that neither
can I hear nor see.
Just pictures frozen of them frozen in time,
Who pen free verses or in rhyme.
A computer? That I am not.
What am I then, in a world that avoids humanity?
A thing who bows down gracefully
When only a notification sound rings?
Is this that stunning new world of reality?
Let me out~ give me the key!
April 23, 2020
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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