Techno-thief

• Amelia Smith, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2016

So it has come to this?
Loneliness solitude. silence.
Deep ... Dark … Dank … Abyss.
At first, it's small and you don’t see it.
The ‘never endless love’,
You once vowed to your lover.
And everything that you had worked for, edited out of your life.
Empty and soulless infused in shadow
bougainvillea is like technology,
It lures you in with its bright beauty
Then strangles all that you loved and lived for,
with its World Wide Web of thorns
Tap tap tap… click click click… flash tap click…
Then before you know it,
It's turned into a spell, that holds you to your deathbed.
Loneliness… solitude… silence.