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.
Now, greetings pass through lifeless screens,
While true affection remains unseen.

How I long for the days gone by,
When eyes met eyes, not digital lies.
Instead of pixels, true faces smiled,
But now, emotions are exiled.

The world speeds by, yet here I stand,
Procrastination's grip, like sinking sand.
The illusion of progress lulls me deep,
But your hold on me is hard to defeat.

You know my heart, my thoughts, my dreams,
More than those who love, or so it seems.
You’ve been my anchor, yet torn me apart,
Cutting bonds, numbing my heart.

A part of me longs to break these chains,
To cast you aside, escape the pains.
Yet fear holds tight, and so I stay,
Bound to you, night and day.

In this tangled web, I search for light,
To reclaim the joy of real insight.
To cherish moments I’ve let slip away,
And rebuild connections, come what may.
© Lily Grace