The thing that makes us intangibly connected, painfully aware and eternally unsatisfied,
each time google asks 'Did you actually mean this you illiterate oblivious moron?',
or pin interest shows a wedge of black forest cake at midnight,
or facebook goes out of its way to advertise an ex's new relationship
only for linkedin to suggest you congratulate him on the new job.
We continue to see, hear and feel, but we cannot touch and we cannot reach,
so we search for other lost souls within this virtual abyss,
unable to torrent love, stream joy or download content,
We have now created online forums and communities,
to share and like the pain, solitude and void.
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC
The thing that makes us intangibly connected, painfully aware and eternally unsatisfied,
each time google asks 'Did you actually mean this you illiterate oblivious moron?',
or pin interest shows a wedge of black forest cake at midnight,
or facebook goes out of its way to advertise an ex's new relationship
only for linkedin to suggest you congratulate him on the new job.
We continue to see, hear and feel, but we cannot touch and we cannot reach,
so we search for other lost souls within this virtual abyss,
unable to torrent love, stream joy or download content,
We have now created online forums and communities,
to share and like the pain, solitude and void.
This poem is the sole property of me and cannot be copied or used without permission. [Copyright G.H. Rodrigo 02/03/2014]
