Oct 2017
Disconnected
I am not unhinged
I am not incapable
But I am lonely.
I do not sit, indulging in what may have been
And what tomorrow brings
ports no comfort to me.
Where is real? What is felt?
Conversation snippets do not serve
To make me feel included
Perhaps deluded
I was popular once?
So goodbye to my 853 Facebook ‘friends’
My spurious liaisons ends
With nothing more than a status change.
And change it I must because,
I am not incapable
I am not unhinged
but I am lonely.
I am not unhinged
I am not incapable
But I am lonely.
I do not sit, indulging in what may have been
And what tomorrow brings
ports no comfort to me.
Where is real? What is felt?
Conversation snippets do not serve
To make me feel included
Perhaps deluded
I was popular once?
So goodbye to my 853 Facebook ‘friends’
My spurious liaisons ends
With nothing more than a status change.
And change it I must because,
I am not incapable
I am not unhinged
but I am lonely.
I wrote this when I was single and the world seemed to be conducting its affairs online. I craved face to face company. Fortunately, other friends have realised there's nothing like a 'proper' chat - and life is better.
