Last night I heard a whisper
A soft strange chilling sound
When I woke up I saw
My cell phone floating around
It looked at me and laughed
It gave me a hideous smile
I laid there quite confused
I laid still for a while
Then it came close to me
Patted me once or twice
Don’t remember much after that
It put sleep in my eyes
This morning when I awoke
The device was lying still
Just like I had left it
No life or force or will
I shrugged it off my mind
Like a dream that felt too real
Carried on with my routine
Like it was no big a deal
But it’s night time now
The horror is back it seems
I pinched myself to find
That these are no dreams
So positive(funny) way to know the reality of the loop we get ourselves into the unwanted habit. Very inspiring!!
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Love it!
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Thanks.
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A pleasure. “Namastè & One Love”❤💛💚
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A phone makes time fly, too.
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This is in your eyes fantastic, I guess.
I am the Maker and Player of oldtime chess.
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I laughed uncontrollably when I read the first the stanza. Great poem!
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Then it’s not just me! I knew my cell phone was up to something.:-)
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The apathy of the routine
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