Lost in the Web
pixels flicker, a cold blue glow,
illuminating the ghost of a face,
yours, or a stranger's, mirrored back,
indistinguishable.
endless threads, woven of data,
spin a labyrinth, no Minotaur,
but a million fragmented selves,
each whispering promises,
each demanding attention.
information cascades, a flood,
drowning out the quiet spaces,
the pauses where thought might bloom,
replaced by the frantic scroll,
the endless refresh,
a desperate search for something,
anything,
to fill the void.
connection, a phantom limb,
always reaching, never quite grasping,
the weight of a thousand unseen eyes,
a collective loneliness,
amplified,
distilled.
lost in the echo chamber,
where opinions bounce and amplify,
truth becomes a malleable thing,
shaped by algorithms,
and the hungry desire,
to belong.
the web, a mirror,
reflecting back our deepest desires,
our darkest fears,
a digital shadow,
where we chase our own reflections,
until we forget,
who we were,
before we logged on.
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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