Empty Screens

July 23, 2017
By Ariel.Tonkel BRONZE, Maumee, Ohio
Ariel.Tonkel BRONZE, Maumee, Ohio
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I admit the faults within me.
My fierce glowing table is always accompanying supper.
I am what I offer.
I am precise.
A god with frequent and ritual praise,
Unaltered by environment or
Screaming, staving thoughts.
But occasionally I am subject to
A textured obscure darkness- frankly I dread what I need.
Shoved right into facing what I have turned you into.
Slight flickers of light bring a short lived hope-like (but not exactly hope) sense,
And I patter and direct earthquakes from inside.

You need me-
Maybe dependence shines through,
But with no welcome mat.
A terrible romance we are,
The shushed ones,
Quieted out of resentment of our ways.
Drowning gifts of past ancestors,
Because you can.
You try to believe this sometimes-
You have shattered my heart countless times in the process.
Ironically, I am quite often the disappointment,
The book with pages ripped out right where you needed them-
The answers and validation.
You need to keep that jar full,
You panic as the glass basin becomes
More and and more desolate,
Vacant.


The author's comments:

This piece is inspired by our generation's overwhelming need to be in contact with cell phones, and other forms of technology. Many people have developed an unhealthy dependance on their phone and I feel it is similar to an abusive relationship when examined at a deeper level.


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