A Public Warning: The Great Disconnect
In every city, in every town,
On every street, a warning is sent down.
A quiet theft, a subtle greed,
Sowing the hollow, bitter seed.
We scroll through lives we’ll never lead,
While ignoring the souls we’re meant to feed.
The Exchange
Across the room, in shadows deep,
A thousand promises we cannot keep.
We trade the warmth of skin and bone,
For cold glass screens and dial tones.
A thousand "friends" within the feed,
Yet no one to hold when there is need.
A distorted hunger to be seen,
Behind the glare of a digital screen.
The Cost
The sunset fades, unseen, ignored,
While we seek the "likes" we can’t afford.
We scroll and troll through day and night,
Yet wonder why we’re wound so tight.
We’ve learned to "like" but lost the art
Of holding love within the heart.
The things that matter—family, grace—
Are blurred out by a pixelated space.
The Legacy
Our children reach, they seek our eyes,
But find a glow where guidance lies.
"Hush, hold on, just one more click..."
As the clock of childhood counts its tick.
Our attention, our affection, bought and sold,
Leaving the future brittle and cold.
A generation lost to the abyss,
Is the greatest price for a life like this.
The Final Toll
The mind’s great fear has come to pass,
The world reflected in darkened glass.
Where interaction dies in the palm of a hand,
And shadows walk across the land.
Humanity teeters on the edge of the lost—
Will you wake, or will you pay the cost?
About the Creator
✈️ “The Island That Wasn’t on the Map”
The storm struck without warning. Flight 907 had been cruising smoothly over the Pacific when the lights flickered, the engines groaned, and a violent jolt threw passengers into panic. Before anyone could make sense of the chaos, the plane plunged downward, swallowed by black clouds and lightning that cracked like shattered glass.
By Sherin ABUMUSTAFA2 days ago in Fiction
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So much truth here. We don’t notice what we’re losing until it’s already gone.