Weary of followers, un-followers, tweets.
Weary of these heavy shoes on my feet.
Weary and burdened by all of the toys,
I long for release, from all of the noise-
via news feeds,
shout-outs and over-share hell
it feels like I'm drowning, but how could I tell?
Newspapers, and books and screens scream loud
my voice is lost
in this innumerable crowd.
I cringe at the thought of just one more thing,
or piece of advice and the anguish it brings.
Your Facebook, and Tumbler and Instagram, too
Overload my brain, and mind it's true
I try to escape but wherever I go,
above and below.
Please make it stop,
from every which way,
or call me unsocial
if my feelings betray-
my soul is anemic,
so don't delay.
I think I'd be happier still if I,
curled up in a corner
alone and asked why-
with paper and pen and a very small space,
return to the closet
with my writing and grace-
I 'll disappear without a trace
and live happily ever after
in my own happy place.
Linking with dVerse- hopefully!