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No New Notifications
i shut my eyes and hold my breath
then check my phone again
i pace the room and check the time
no notifications
which is fine
i toss the screen across the room
and let my feelings linger and loom
then miss the comfort
and the peace
of morphing my world into a virtual escape
i shake my head
and tap my phone
just once more,
just in case
anyone’s tried to reach me
i tap and click
and…the results are in
no one’s tried to call or text me
but that’s ok, i can just let it be
instead i scroll and stroll
through hiding happy people and internet trolls
and i pretend that i’m living their smiley and sparkling pixelated lives
instead of the dazed out ghostly reality of mine.
i tap on the glass
and tap some more
laugh until i cry
cry until i laugh
and sob until
the salted droplets blur my vision
and the screen
so i shut my phone,
And i’m left with nothing but the unmasked stranger on the black screen staring back at me
i toss my phone and throw it away
i’m done
so very done
but blurs of people and places and posts
bounce off the walls of my battered brain
and i glance at that evil little box from
across the room
that calls and taunts me until im forced to grab that box of doom
i turn it on…
just once more
or maybe two (or three)
or four
or…maybe even more
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I wanted to share my poem too...I hope you all would like it...It got published recently...http://url4857.TeenInk.com/ls/click?upn=Rg1qXhbB7thJkhVgbd11OV2YsYP-2BZqjqyziuUy0IjZH9sfu6gN5ERPfSe0HaWO-2FWDEcgtAIuGpacidd1eckhnA-3D-3DPR0B_T5fi2s9Uiy-2FzgxQfcwmp5DqoJBiAHlSTa55SUIrfp67lCEc3Fn6nqGwQoqjyRMhSHdZkB4ZdkQWEQAqnAt-2BeWdHgeDMzJguzNVPKfMZXyMl1e1O764qdf1QIVMg4wmFoX2mhE2eq0w787k-2FxmPx9KUvQrhlGhRGLw9ooZkYhUz8awO0VRG7qK-2FmOGSjef2NElcoji1VZxW0LSjP8r4NkZw-3D-3D
I think we can all relate to that inevitably awful feeling when we realize we have no new notifications, so this poem sums up how that feels, and it also shows my phone addiction (which we can all admit to falling victim to at some point or another).