We are living in the digital world, covered in the autonomous aspects & tracked motions of life. Yet, somehow we are losing some critical elements. Keyboards, touchpads, & speech-to-text are there, but we believe that handwritten words on paper is still meaningful to some poets.
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I’m being erased.
Gone are the days of fiery frustration,
as my blubbering tears cooled
the silence in this house grows stronger
My softening presence,
unrecognizable in the neatly packed kitchen
as if I was never there
I’ve crept into this corner,
laying still
My feelings brushed out, swept neatly
Nothingness takes hold,
nothing out of place
I’ve been forgotten
this little old thing
We are living in the digital world, covered in the autonomous aspects & tracked motions of life. Yet, somehow we are losing some critical elements. Keyboards, touchpads, & speech-to-text are there, but we believe that handwritten words on paper is still meaningful to some poets.
Global-Scale Thinker, an everyday girl in international relations
