humanity
A Man Murders His Own Soul
This poem is about my work colleague who just can’t stop doom scrolling on his phone.
what is left of a man who buries himself
into screens all for short-lived dopamine;
the squeaking sounds he calls music with
godawful images of human suffering,
the annoying laugh tracks playing on reels
featuring humiliation and dumb bearing,
strangers rampaging about life realities and
political powers rising,
influencers fame-mongering by exploiting
the poor or luxury brands flaunting,
staged dramatic content for regular minds
with a restless desire like cheating,
rage-baiting opinions on issues to fuel the
tension up for comment chasing,
celebrities’ random acts blundering for
news blazing or renowned names decaying,
a few seconds of him engaging and I see
insects crawling and demons fighting,
his soul abandons him days and nights
while he stretches his time to look down there
dying.
what a waste of time to be alive all to be
trapped into technology caffeine.