9 am – one – no title

my eyes burn
my finger is stuck to the screen
cramps in my hand
the screen is so big!
I’ve laid here for hours
missing the sleep I need
why, why, why
did I get on Facebook?
my timeline rolls by…
as my finger slows the roll
again, why did I come here…

I don’t know…

One thought on “9 am – one – no title

  1. I find myself looking at my phone in general, thinking, why do I waste so much time? Great poem.

    Hope you can return the favor and look at a few of mine. Thanks in advance.

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