Social Isolation
A Sad Irony on Social Media, Present Tense
We gather this day,
on the flat screen.
Electronic streams,
flowing through our minds.
It has come to this.
It’s not a dream.
Isolation, in a digital world.
We miss what we ignored.
Coughing on the glass,
no one catches the germs.
We feel the pain,
we remember.
Dying alone.
Hospital rooms,
like cells,
for the condemned.
Machines that breath,
Unexpected departures.
Children come home.
Too early to leave.
We wrap our arms,
around memories.
We love from far away.
You are not alone.
Tears falling on keyboards.
Family photos posted.
Goodbyes said too soon.
Blowing kisses at the camera.
Pain is more than virtual.
Can our mortal lives go on?
A new age has dawned,
as we gather here today.
Time may go on but,
will we ever be the same?
Binary visits,
feelings never processed.
Now, let us bow our cursors.
Patsy Starke 4/24/2020
