staring at a bright screen
into the early hours
where restless souls gather in the night
to talk about their sorrows and their plight
how hard done to they've been
how its all been a bad dream
its not with them i belong
for no one living has done me wrong
ill find a place that i belong
without getting drawn into the throng
because i don't belong here
with the bitter and the boring
sitting blinking
until the morning
silently plotting and scheming types
frantically typing
creating hype
let them get on with it
its not for me
for i have the real world to see
Very good and the last sentance is very impactful for it symbolises your need to face reality and not ponder on all the bad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lucky for us that you typed this poem on that bright screen for all of us to ponder. Yes, it's a sad existence for many who get caught up in the drama of other people's lives online, but unfortunately, it's becoming a way of life. You make a valid point here, Chris. Well done! Linda :)