“After the Death of Facebook”

Life was hard
After the death of Facebook.
We couldn’t sleep well
For we’d wake up every two minutes
In the middle of the night

And all through the early hours
Of the morning
Searching for the familiar
Flicker of that
Blue header

Forgetting that the medium
Has already collapsed.
We couldn’t eat properly either
For our hands would reach
Not for the fork

Or the knife
But for the phone on the table.
We failed to remember
That the site
Has long since ceased to exist.

We couldn’t have
A decent conversation as well
For we automatically
Dipped our hands
Into our pockets

To check for the notifications
That we will never again receive.
We couldn’t comprehend
The finality of its demise.
And then we began

To notice our surroundings
For the first time
In a decade.
The first thing I saw
Were the stacks of books, unread,

Lined against the walls
Of my bedroom.
Then I saw the window
That opens to our little garden.
Then I saw the trees

Next to our house.
When was the last time
Anyone remembered
That the world
Is doused by a variety of colors?

When was the last time
Anyone pondered
The greenness of green
Or the yellowness of yellow
Or the light-blueness

Of light-blue?
How did the objects
In the world
Came to acquire these
Variegated pigments?

When was the last time
Anyone marveled
At the fact that
The earth is peopled
By walking miracles

And mobileย pieces of art?
Life was hard at first
But then we began
To really see.
We began to really listen

And talk and feel.
We began to really read
And be alone
With our thoughts.
Our ideas were not abridged

Norย abbreviated.
For the first time
In a long time
Our minds were not crowded
By fears and worries

And other people’s
Expectations.
We did not crave
One another’s approval,
Admiration and praise.

We were not burdened
By comparisons
And limitations and opinions.
We began belatedly
To really live.

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24 thoughts on ““After the Death of Facebook”

      1. Im so glad for you! It’s a great tool, but I naturally abuse it. Deactivation was not enough for me. I enjoyed your poem too ๐Ÿ˜Š

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