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Hold on Guys, I Can't Answer All Zero Text Messages at Once

A Poem for the Lonely Millennial

By Olivia PetrasPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
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Is technology supposed to make us feel more connected?

Funnily enough, I end up feeling more and more dejected.

Staring at your phone won’t make it ring louder,

And holding it in your palm won’t make the texts come in any faster…

If anything, it’ll end up quelling your laughter.

You look at a familiar name, wanting to reach out…

But those damning messages reappear in your head,

And make you want to shout.

Or perhaps it is the complete lack of communication

And I don’t want to come across as making a big exaggeration,

But God dammit, not having any texts come in feels like complete devastation.

But oh look, here’s a social media app

Instagram, yeah, that’ll surely give me a bit of pep;

Oh hold up, only 15 likes on this post?

I’ll be lucky if I hit 20, at most.

Tinder! That’s right

It’s about time I meet the love of my life

How am I doing, she asks

Well, that’s a loaded question

I can tell you, dear, that this 5x5 device is stoking my depression.

I guess it’s about time I put the phone down

Ease my mind, go for a walk around town

And so I end up in this bar, alone

Feeling like I felt three years ago,

When I moved here, to this new home

But more and more, I feel like I’ve developed some sort of “YouCannotHaveFriends” Syndrome.

It’s almost impossible to make a new connection

When all those who have come and gone have left you in a miserable state of self-reflection.

And those text messages?

The ones from which you are now exempt?

That leaves you in a sadder state of self-contempt.

I wish I had an answer for you

To what to do with this damned phone...

The one at times you want to disown.

Causing undue stress with the texts that don’t come through

Forcing you to accept you’re more or less on your own…

I only hope “died alone” is not the only thing engraved on my headstone.

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About the Creator

Olivia Petras

I live in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia, and spend many days exploring this beautiful province & reminiscing about past experiences. I owe my love of writing to homeschooled days on the farm, where I wrote lots and just got to be a kid.

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