Buffering signs and fading smiles
Signals cut off before they reach
More scraps tossed into the growing piles
Remnants wash up on the polluted beach
Why can’t you hear my voice?
There’s a million words raging in my head
You don’t understand and that’s not my choice
When you only see me as an unraveling thread
Feet sink through ice
Markers run out of ink
Will the courage I’ve gathered suffice?
Or will I find myself on the brink
Of the wasted cornucopia
Wandering souls tugging at my sleeve
Living in this dystopia
Where no one is allowed to leave
Everyone huddled around the screen
Waiting for their fate
Faces reflecting off the sheen
Of their helpless state
All the while you become impatient
When you don’t get my pleas
And you look for a replacement
But then the screen will freeze.
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