1d
these days, it seems, no one wants to read,
caught in a world of quick and instant feed.
scrolling screens and voices on demand,
the art of patience slipping from our hands.
two lines here, three words there,
a glance is all that most can spare.
they skim the surface, miss the deep,
the poems that linger, the thoughts that seep.
but maybe it’s better if they don’t see,
let them have their quick and easy.
i’ll take the lines that cut me deep,
keep the words they never keep.
caught in a world of quick and instant feed.
scrolling screens and voices on demand,
the art of patience slipping from our hands.
two lines here, three words there,
a glance is all that most can spare.
they skim the surface, miss the deep,
the poems that linger, the thoughts that seep.
but maybe it’s better if they don’t see,
let them have their quick and easy.
i’ll take the lines that cut me deep,
keep the words they never keep.
sometimes it feels like people have lost patience for reading, caught in a world where everything’s instant and bite-sized. maybe it’s the endless scroll on their phones, or the way machines have started to read for them—i don’t know, but it’s like attention spans are shrinking to 2-3 sentences at a time. short poems, quick quotes, something they can skim and move on. it’s strange, though, because there’s so much depth they’re missing out on by not diving into those longer, more meaningful pieces. but maybe that’s alright. it just means those words, those hidden gems, are left for me, for those who still crave something more than the surface. it’s like finding treasure in a world that’s forgotten how to dig.
