Symbols and Words changing by the
day
Sometimes silence is a friend when
words become weaponized
Emotions become bitter pills
That must be swallowed to hide
When the truth becomes the sign that
is hidden in plain sight
When you become a stranger, somehow from
one day to the next
Everybody knew, but you.. you didn’t even
get the text
You wonder one day, “What’s this all about?”
No answer comes, to take away you’re doubt
The bitter rub, the silent joke, is that the
pain when it appears might not even be yours
rather, just some guy you know
How well does anybody really know anyone
When, the closest you get is a picture..a word..
or a email sent to the wrong address
Oh, this world of the baud, of the net of the
line, is real enough to sustain when all alone
Where relations are so real..so solid..so strong
Until.. one day you wake to find you are left
Virtually, alone..
You have been played..
The avatar you thought you’re friend
Had gotten bored
Unplugged
What of you..?
The truth becomes clear..
There never was a relationship
Just you talking to a microphone
Sitting at a desk, in a room
Alone.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe