The endless scroll
A hypnotizing blue,
A firehose of news,
What’s real what’s untrue?
Headlines scream-
a cacophony of sound
But truth feels distant
lost and never found.

Experts clash,
Distilling wisdom into stories sold.
Algorithms whisper-
“We know you best,”
Feeding outrage,
Lost in the din,
a tear escapes my eye,
Yearning for solace.
A world connected,
yet hearts so far apart,
Fragile emotions
ripped by digital art.

Is this progress?
This constant, anxious hum?
This daily deluge,
Of opinions clashing,
where can I confide?
Is there a haven?
a sanctuary to find,
From the relentless noise
that clouds my mind?

The weight of the world,
a burden to bear,
Every tragedy,
every whispered despair.
Empathy’s wellspring,
stretched thin and worn,
Longing for a world
where kindness is reborn.

I close my eyes,
a fleeting escape’s embrace,
But the digital echo
still leaves its trace.
A yearning whisper,
a silent, wordless plea,
For a simpler time,
a world I long to see.

© Karpop Riba