in The Feeds
We are gods of the modern days
Speaking the truth
Solicited in social media
Waving the righteous hand
At the edge of our pedestal
We show the world our box
A colorful enigma
of dreams and possession
of a sculpted perfect life
But in the shadows
We bleed, we scream
Then we slowly break
And we snap our neck
In a snap of a shutter
No quotes or prayers
Can save our souls
In our final story…
– Poetic Dustbin