Each string of web-ination, wrought,
To gently bind the caught,
Though he may fight, for naught,
In the trap, pulled taunt.
Now habit bound,
Facebook bought
Freedom
Gone.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Each string of web-ination, wrought,
To gently bind the caught,
Though he may fight, for naught,
In the trap, pulled taunt.
Now habit bound,
Facebook bought
Freedom
Gone.
Wow – this speaks to me – that’s what I say when I go down the black hole of social media – I can quit when I want to – I love the rhythm and rhyme
If you are interested in sharing poems after the marathon, please reach out; I’m at: Laura_Daniels_117@hotmail.com