In digital chains, I’m trapped, confined,
Books and nature’s wonders left behind.
The sun, the moon, the stars all seem to fade,
Replaced by screens, where illusions are made.

Once, life’s simple joys were my delight,
Now, I’m drawn to your artificial light.
Each task I face, I seek your glow,
But in your grasp, my thoughts grow slow.

O faithful phone, my constant friend,
Together we are, till the day’s end.
Yet, in your presence, I feel a loss,
As real connections pay the cost.

Gone are the days of warmth and cheer,
When laughter rang and friends were near. ...