That One Post
/A reflection on how it can feel to be overlooked in a digital world
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One day she reaches out
a tweet — a ping — a post
a call into the void
from a solitary ghost
she is asking for support
in her unassuming way
grasping at the digital
to keep the dark at bay
few emotes will trickle in
but no one sees the pain
no one reaches back to her —
the darkness will remain
she doesn’t know quite how to say
how bleak her life’s become
she skirts the point and only hints
her mind has come undone
if you don’t mind, if you have time,
— I don’t mean to impose —
but I’d love to hear a friendly voice
if no one is opposed
she agonizes on each word
not wanting to seem needy
and even after posting it
she fears she’s being greedy
who is she to ask for help?
even if no one sees
who is she to clog the feed?
she’s nothing but a sleaze
so alone, she’s so alone
she feels it every day
crushed by this rejection,
she slowly fades away
By Sarah Bricault
From: United States
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