My Soul


I tap my soul
Into the computer.
No one else will
Listen.
No one else
Cares.

It welcomes
My anguish
While everyone
Runs from it.

It accepts me
As I am
Without judgement.
It sucks up
Every thought,
Gratefully open
To offers.

Open all hours,
Never tiring,
Always my friend,
Always there.



Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2005-11-05 at 23:04

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I don't know any possible ways to explain how much cense this poem makes. Very well written.
Maybe it's not always the computers' fault that many youths spend too much time in front of the computer, just ignorant and impatient people, but maybe i am wrong.
very well used words there.
2005-11-06