Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2018
That silence is a drop
And the echo ripples.....

     Fall upon the deaf solitude,
I speak to myself
In a room full of eyes
shut away from everything
    And you are all online.

The doors do not open
In a pathway linked by
By hands that reach but
Only the eyes can touch,
    Where are you now,
    A notifications heartbeat.

And the silence is
And isn't because you were
there I never got to hold u.
   Speak to me,
Send priority,
   Click, wait, the silence
In no one's pesence.  

Alone with everybody,
Truly offline in world wide web.
The Dedpoet
Written by
The Dedpoet  38/M/San Anto, Tejas
(38/M/San Anto, Tejas)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems