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All the Tortures Come as One

A Poem

By Melina GiorgalletouPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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There was a time when everlasting poetry made

a human soul shudder in relief

and healing hearts were made possible

and lost minds were brought back to life.

Everything was possible back then.

When we weren't captured by the idea of perfect

and free minds roamed under the dew of forests

and fingertips met more with fingertips rather than touchscreens.

I can imagine that world

I can dream of it

but I can't picture it in front of me.

It's impossible now—a time of pre-de-evolution

cannot go back,

not even if its habitants begged enough.

We used to pop bubblegums rather than pills

We would flop on picnic towels rather than couches in front of black mirrors.

We would read rather than swipe at night.

We would call out rather than call.

It was different.

All the tortures used to join as one.

Group meetings of encouragement and support

rather than video calls and fake screens of emotion.

All the tortures now come as one in front of glass

where fake expressions are emojis

and dishonest words are letters pressed on a click

of the future.

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Melina Giorgalletou

Just a college student from Cyprus, living in NYC, trying to find herself through words and writing.

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