Pessimist Poetry’s Foreword: A Different Kind of Addiction Poem

This addiction poem describes a different kind of addiction that’s commonplace in the digital age. Instead of a physical addiction, we often get caught up in a sea of likes and favorites in the form of validation from others, but it starts to feel hollow when all we play is a metaphorical numbers game. It quickly becomes meaningless interaction that doesn’t matter, where the time spent on social media becomes quantitative rather than qualitative.

Counting down the minutes,

staring anxiously at a blue LED burning retinas and productivity

It’s all a numbers game,

waiting for the addictive uptick of anonymous popularity

Manipulative, twisting reality into a distorted version that’s infinitely more appealing

with messages fired off into the sea of oblivion just like millions of others,

a message in a bottle drifting in the waves forgotten and abandoned

Just as meaningless and hollow as the user lost in addiction

Instead of a quick fix to alleviate physical withdrawals,

every action screams for validation in an otherwise empty life

Despite the hundreds of likes and countless praise,

it’s all the same.

We’re all the same and none of it matters in this age of attention-seeking digital addiction.

Pessimist Poetry’s Afterword: A Different Kind of Addiction Poem

“Here though, there are no oppressors. No one’s forcing you to do this. You willingly tie yourself to these leashes. And you willingly become utterly socially autistic. You no longer pick up on basic human communication clues. You’re at a table with three humans, all of whom are looking at you and trying to talk to you, and you’re staring at a screen! Searching for strangers in… Dubai!” -Dave Eggers

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