Scrolling and scrolling and scrolling and scrolling.
Living and skipping and watching and rolling.
The same thing again and again is controlling
life, as it is, is fictitious, patrolling
the web is pernicious, malicious extolling
the wrong moral codes designing and cloning.
The self is now gone, “bye-bye, see you morning”
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But morning don’t come, we’re still scrolling and rolling
through endless feeds we're longing and fawning
for attention... or for something to take our attention...
Seems like an everlasting affliction
for humanity as a whole... be it large or small,
anything to take our attention.
We laugh and laugh at funny clips
of people taking hilarious slips
In reality, they could really be hurt... but who cares,
they're a million miles away, let me just get my fix.
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Don’t get me wrong, I’m not being indelicate
because I’m speaking to you as a fellow scroller...
A hypocrite.
About the Creator
Mo Darasi
I write fiction, poetry and occasional articles about interesting topics.
Finding interesting ways to write a poem or hide messages within them seems to be my main interesting in writing now, and it's been fun
FPS: The Last Flame Challenge Winners
Welcome to our first Winners Announcement of the year and to the final challenge in the Fall Poetry Series. The Last Flame invited writers to sit with endings, using fire as a central image to consider what remains when something burns out: ash, warmth, memory, silence, or the faint promise of what comes next. The strongest pieces treated endings as gradual rather than sudden, allowing them to flicker, dim, and linger.
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Comments (3)
"In reality, they could really be hurt... but who cares, they're a million miles away, let me just get my fix." I feel attacked by those lines 😅
Perfect social commentary! 👌🌟
Oooof. Yep. 🫠🫠🫠. Nice work and right on the money!!