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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