Between notes, switching channels
Noise, stands still.
Call ends, message sends
Static borne, dies.
Pushed into pockets
Slipped behind sofas;
Ends of conversations, begin silence.
Lost in transmission
Translated by robots.
Spaces between, unseen.

No-one hears, too much talking
Care, absent.
Trolls lurk in websites
Wish them, away.
Mute noise then move on
Curate out the wrong;
Begin friendships, end this digital live.
Remember outside
Forgotten by humans.
Vast spaces, inviting.


Written by Internet of Words

Published Writer, 53-ish / Still European / Trauma Survivor / Photos / Exercise / Bisexual / Chaotic Good / HUMAN SPORK / Mental Health / Daily Twitter Short Story / @ProperBard in Residence, My House / Shortlisted & Published Author / Original poems/fiction © IoW 2020