Smartphones, TV's and watches,
All created to put out our minds torches.
Everything at the touch of a button,
And yet eventually turned us rotten.
Together forever, never apart.
They are now wretchedly close to our heart.
Like a moth drawn to a flame,
Both fingers and minds they come to claim.
Families sit at the table,
But their connection, an age old fable.
Facebook status, Snapchat story,
Not one travels towards their life's glory.
For technology has vowed from the start,
Until death, do us part.
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Poetrymelancholy: falling asleep with you madness: waking up without you [A POETRY COLLECTION]
