Open Messages

Painful,eerie silence
Hear the needle drop

Not letting the mind go idle
Consuming all time with work

Surrounded by so many
Yet feel so alone

Text read to yourself aloud
Since conversation is no longer parol

This is what it’s like
When true communication dies

When we feel that we can get to know others
By texting instead of calling and saying “hi”

But spoken word can feed the soul
Yet many cannot give your soul food to eat

Assembling many acquaintances
Instead of building bonds that are deep

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“Conversation is food for the soul…”