Click.
Click.
Click.
Wireless down.
Disconnect in progress.
Confused.
What to do?
Unsettling silence.
Stretched out seconds.
Clearing the fog.
Nothing.
Waiting.
Slowing steps.
Longing for a connection.
Even the weakest signal will do.
Let the lights blink.
Bring bordom to rest.
Refresh.
Refresh.
Refresh.
YOU ARE READING
Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion
PoetryPoems. I know. I am incredibly deep and see meaning in everything. Jokes. Hopefully this doesn't suck. warning: some of these poems definitely kinda suck... oops! #881 in poetry March 4th, 2017👀 #463 in poetry March 9th, 2017😮 #348 in poetry Ma...
