Disconnect

is this what happens when we are absorbed by technology? Or perhaps it's the irony of losing our minds and dying within ourselves. Who knows?

Cold and alone I sit, like a single stone in a frosty field.
I stare at this ceiling and feel just as flat. My thoughts have ended and my emotions are none. This is it, this must be death. But no, still I breathe and conscious I stay.
This is much worse than death, this is me ceasing to exist.
I've given up, I've completely sold out; I have been disconnected.

Reviews

[Adam Adams]

Sounds good. This evocative & majestically written poetry could be turn into a magnificent story-write. You must think 'bout it. I kinda like the way you keep your concept clear, short & simplistic - very concise you're with words as well. Most of times, everyone feels dead lone & freaking desperate to get find some space in the world, but what all the spirit gets's: Emptiness - the exorcism of lonesomeness. Very deep and productive thoughts you pen'd up. Nice flow of ink.