Wired

A screen. 

Lost and never infringing memories,

reflected in specs of color millions wide and long.

Ive seen men lose themselves in a screen.

its terrible brilliance which draws them in

wrings them out with their promise of loght,

leaves them a broken shell without a soul.

Are we all but lost 

in this matrix of ideology,

voices so loud and so many

that they drown each other out

and no one can be heard.

Am i too, 

trapped in my square reality

thinking myself connected to others through a cold, systematic code,

when i am really,

more than ever,

alone in a room without light

without sound

and without love.