Overheated Poem by Morning Wolfe

I am comforted by this screen. It keeps the world from my view.
It gives me a sense of security. But it also keeps me from you.
The gentle purr of the hard drive - the rythmic tapping of keys
is calming the chaos. The only sound that I need.
First thing in the morning and then before bed -
It is my sex for the day. At least in my head.

Back in the real world its funny you see
because it is there that I am not really me.
In the cyberworld I can let down my veil.
But in reality I can not prevail.
Too many heartaches. Too much pain.
Too much to deal with. Its all in vain.

But even now all hope is not lost.
It is not the real world in which I want to log off.
The solitude behind this pixel wall I've made
will not cause my human nature to fade
When I reach out it is you that I want.
Not this false surface of.html and font.