Pause all the feeds, shut down the phone,
Close every tab, sign out, be alone.
No more pings, no blinking lights,
Just silence pressing in too tight.
By day, I scroll, I post, I play,
Keep the world’s noise loud, keep grief at bay.
But when the screens go dark at last,
The past seeps in, too deep, too vast.
Grief is patient, it waits for the hush,
Slipping through cracks in the midnight rush.
No alerts, no calls, no endless thread
Just echoes of things left unsaid.
For sorrow does not stream, does not refresh
It lingers, offline, in the dark, in the flesh.