Look Up
If life
Was on a screen
Would you be able to breathe?
Or
Would you drown
Without a sound
Call it a game
Of likes and reels
Where no one feels
Call it connection
As your finger slides without any recognition from the brain
Is this what it feels like to go insane
Laughter unnoticeable rain
Each hit of endorphins momentary
Making this idea revolutionary
And so slips our words
On pages yellowed with age
A numbness replacing rage
And so dies our love
As we pretend code can be the same
As one with a brain
Because it emulates the feeling
You’ve lost with this screen
Of make believe
Look up
I beg
But there’s nothing left
We drag ourselves down
Smiling
Dying
Bones sunken in
But never seen through filters
Shouts muffled as whispers
Look up
I beg
I ask, “When?”
— Gabrielle Mata