He stands alone where night hangs low,
LaTrobe beneath a sodium glow.
A bearded face, both lost and tight,
Lit faintly by his phone’s pale light.
His fingers twitch, his eyes sink deep,
Into a screen that doesn’t sleep.
The city's hum just fades behind —
He’s scrolling through a restless mind.
The night moves on, but he stands still,
A shadow carved by aching will.
Addiction’s grip, both cold and kind,
Feeds silence to his wired mind.
The tram rolls past, a whisper gone,
But still he waits, still stares alone.
No message comes to break the spell,
Just endless scroll in digital hell.
A man, a street, a screen held tight,
Another soul blurred out by night.
And somewhere deep, beneath it all —
A human lost, still hoping to call.
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He is focused on his cell phone. How did any of us walk down the street without a cellphone? One never knows where his mind is.
ReplyDeleteNewly evolved human race
DeleteMaximum concentration. When writing, you can't make mistakes. Misinterpretations always cause problems.
ReplyDeleteYes, bound to have mistakes
Deletedetached from the surrounding urban context.
ReplyDeleteSuper human power
DeleteVery good
ReplyDeleteIt captures modern loneliness with vivid imagery and emotional weight.
ReplyDeleteReally loved how your words described the feeling of your picture.
ReplyDeleteStill hoping! Thank you for creating this beautiful experience
ReplyDeleteWell, part of life..though I still refuse to use the phone.
ReplyDeleteThe real world has disappeared...
ReplyDeleteDeep in conversation....but by text! Modern world! :-D
ReplyDeleteFortunately he is not moving!
ReplyDeleteI hope he looks where he's going and doesn't just walk into something.
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