Lost Inside a Virtual Slum
Lost Inside a Virtual Slum

A poem to unlock your soul

Photo by Lizzie Finn.

I watch the world from behind my screen.

I stalk, I brag, I make a scene.

I want all eyes to turn and see.

But wonder if they’re liking me.

I shine my words to make them glow.

I’m ready for my solo show.

I’m lit, I’m hot, I’m pleasing crowds.

I’m streaming all my thoughts out loud.

What is real, what is true?

No one knows behind the screen.

What is real, what is true?

No one really cares, it seems.

I reach across the great divide,

I’m naked now, no place to hide.

I’ll dance and sing and hit repeat,

You’ll laugh and cry and then — retweet.

What is real, what is true?

No one knows behind the screen.

What is real, what is true?

No one really cares, it seems.

We contort our lives, create a brand,

With distortion and slick sleight of hand.

We seek escape, we crave the rush.

Our drugs of choice are likes and loves.

What is real, what is true?

No one knows behind the screen.

What is real, what is true?

No one really cares, it seems.

We’ve plugged into an empty place,

A world without a human trace.

Our minds are blank, our hearts are numb,

We’re lost inside this virtual slum.

What is real, what is true?

I wish I only knew.

What is real, what is true?

I wish I only knew.

If none of this is true or real,

There’s nothing further to reveal.

And someday when these circuits crash,

We’ll all return to dust and ash.
['Lizzie Finn']
['Humanity', 'Poetry', 'Culture', 'Virtual Reality', 'Poem']