Phone Prison
I am constantly traumatized online by fear and crime.
Outrage and discouragement seeping into my mind.
Mother Nature cries for me to come outside.
Her glowing warmth outstretching toward me as I hide.
For only a cold stare before I turn to my screen.
Back to the pull of the meme.
A comfortable cell of entertainment and dopamine.
The endless secrets of the world to be seen.
A prison has been built.
Degeneracy, jealousy, agitation, and guilt.
I will stay confined the more I scroll.
My dreams, goals, relationships will take the toll.
I need to put this phone down.
I need a breath of fresh air or I’ll surely drown.
I let the outdoors rescue me today too. Thanks for the great poem.
This is such a great poem. Yes, being a witness to crimes, even on a screen, is traumatizing.
You are not the only one trapped in the dopamine pull. Most people have this problem... given how our human hardware was designed.
Most people don´t know how to find that need for domapine/serotonin, that "aaahhh..., niiice..." feeling, internally instead of externally.
Thank you,
Ana