Pixels

This poem reflects on idol culture and the line between reality and fiction that can sometimes be blurred by fans.

The dark, grim void illuminates

With bright rainbow blocks

Which collage to create her image.

 

I stare intently at her enchanting dance:

Forward back, forward back,

Arms extended, up, then down again.

To the left, back, to the right, forward.

I wish I could be beside her.

 

I can only absorb so much

Of her beauty in half an hour.

Her image fades, replaced by words

That remind me of her fallacy.

 

I have only so much time

To be with you, my love.

Please don’t fade to black

Your image still burns on my screen. 

Author's Note

I'd like some feedback on where I need improvements. I am new to writing poetry, so any advice would be helpful