Hiding behind keystrokes of rhymes
Distorted enough to not be mine
The troubles & worries in me
Just enough to be set free
Must you be so connected
Into the vast inter-web
Falling victim to prey
Wasting your days away
Through numbers of 0’s & 1’s
A new breed is about to come
Each bling, beep, and buzz
Can’t ignore the static for fun
Drowning out the real world
Skewed time line
Corrupted
Sucked into a vortex of lines
No more stealing said time
During hours of mine
Hanging the “Do Not Disturb” sign
The fallacies created, not so sublime
Must you be so DISconnected
Into the vast inter-web
Falling victim to prey
As you don’t see me walk away
Unplug & come out to play
I, Rose, Amongst thorns 
Oh, I wish to be free
Yoshiko
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As I believe we all do. Much Love & Light
🙂
Not going to happen….we all depend on it too much. It is also a shield…you don’t hide behind your rhyme, you reveal your most intimate thoughts, but you feel safe doing that because nobody SEES you.
exactly~~ false sense of security…..My love for writing started as a child and waned during my child rearing days….and past 5 yrs I’ve picked it back up. Honestly, if it wasn’t so therapeutic I probably wouldn’t share. To let others know, in their madness, they are not alone.
I’ve read a few of the comments….you really have helped people. It’s a plus that you get a therapeutic benefit from it….and I appreciate your poetry as well.
I, sometimes, feel selfish for how much relief I can get from a particular write ….posted or not. I thank you from the top of my heart (the bottom is too muddy still) LOL