F in a Box

Old friend,

look at me now.

 

As of late

I have taken over the minds of the privileged

drawing them in

playing with their words

like a musician does strings.

Finally,

I bought you out,

and ran you out of town.

Once used for the same reason I now succeed

but now you’re a distant memory.

 

Now I,

my friend,

have risen above, below, and all around you.

You “M” trapped in a box replaced by me,

who chopped off your two right legs,

and built myself from the ashes of your foundation.

 

Upon the dawn of your fall,

your subjects woke to a new era of social interaction,

by which I took the web by storm.

They now turn on their devices

and log into me,

taking their morning,

one message, one click, one picture at a time,

sending next month’s plans into today’s

world.

 

Your followers like to poke me

and no longer need you in that space

you once filled.

Over 40 million strong and growing

because I have grown more famous than you

ever had.

You whose memory could not be salvaged

by your attempt at a “reboot.”

And as I grow in numbers,

my heart does crack as yours once did.

 

These drones I have created do not know me

but you my friend,

you have.

You have seen those pictures go viral,

and I have played a part in it all.

Their broken dreams and sold hearts,

their lost lives and broken backs.

You’ve seen him dump her

and upgrade to her friend.

I have seen old lovers’ flames sink marriages

like ice to the Titanic.

 

Old friend,

I have broken more hearts than

I have lit flames.

I have caused more deaths than you could

had ever handled.

I have thrown destruction, depression, and

chaos into homes

without needing much more than the undivided attention

of an ignorant mind.

I carry on my shoulders those suicide notes

of their brothers, sisters, sons, and

daughters

and I can bear no more.

 

Old friend,

if you could see me now,

I would beg you to please

bring me from this Face I have been in.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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Artwarrior20

I wrote this poem to express my thoughts on social media platforms and the negative impact they have in our lives when not used responsibly.

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