Small Screen
Amaya W.
Sometimes I struggle with phone addiction, and afterwards feel guilty about the time I wasted. One day, I thought to myself What am I doing? and decided to write a poem about all my pent-up emotions regarding social media and phones.
From morning to night
Drawn to a light.
One created by man
Not a part of nature’s plan.
Small and squareish
We learn to cherish
The time we get
But it makes us fret.
Is my hair good?
Am I doing as I should?
Am I eating correctly?
Should I stand directly
In the sun’s grasp?
We wonder with a rasp.
Or we say something like:
This will make me look better.
But it’s never wondering whether
What we are doing is right for us
Shouldn’t that be our fuss?
The day grows more boring
As the addiction is roaring.
All we think about is our next look
And abandon our books.
Fun is only found on the screen
Where we watch little scenes.
They’re designed to keep us busy
And therefore throw us into a tizzy.
Days pass by
And we begin to wonder why
We spend so much time