Digital Dissonance

In the tangled web of modern convenience,

where pixels replace paper and subscriptions multiply,

I find myself ensnared in digital dissonance,

each service a whisper, a promise, a sly lie.

Emails flood like the tide, each one a demand,

with deadlines looming like shadows in the sand.

My wallet's a labyrinth of automated hands,

pulling at strings I no longer command.

Netflix and Spotify, the sirens that sing,

Hulu and Prime, each a virtual fling.

But the joy fades to static, the burden they bring,

as due dates dance by, like bees with a sting.

The calendar mocks me, with its grid of disdain,

appointments and dues, a relentless refrain.

My mind a circus, thoughts straining the chain,

freedom slipping through fingers, like dry desert rain.

Oh, for a breath from this cluttered domain,

to untangle the knots, to break from the strain.

But here I remain, in this digital reign,

frustrated, exhausted, chasing peace in vain.