There's a world outside my window
but my drapes are pulled closed tight.
I don't wish to go outside my room
even though I know it isn't right.
My world is solemn since you left,
my days spent online checking from
site to site to see if there's any
word from you to let me know that
you're alright.
You're not even a green dot on my screen,
while I sit on Instagram on my own,
waiting for a word, any word, to know
I'm not alone.
I would log into Whatsapp but you
won't take my call, remembering
our video chats hurts the worst of all.
You never had Facebook so that would
be a bust, I don't know how much longer
I can wait before I just turn into dust.
With all this technology at my finger
tips, the fact that I can't reach you
is really quite a trip.
Why won't you get in touch with me
I don't know what it means but lately
I just feel like a ghost in the machine.
About the Creator
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
Comments (5)
Nice job Sam. So,true to reality in this digital age. I’m not even the ghost in the machine… the machine threw me out and ignores me.
I like the concept!
I think this echoes the emotions of many in this "connected" but often lonely age.
Gosh I've experienced this many times and it sucks. Sorry you're going through it too 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Such true words for this day and age. Great poem!