My Lover’s Name

My Lover’s Name

Violent words scratch at the back of my eyes.

Letters spat across a blinding screen

because conversations are not allowed.

Technology, my lover’s name.

Love lost to the flighty generation.

Lies blamed and told by a liar.

Destruction of another selfless soul.

Abandoned – triggered.

The trigger replies violently.

Wanting to throw punches.

Feel the hurt you give.

Choke on the sting you spit.

Trigger will hunt revenge

until the Technology strikes

with its familiar vice.

Silence, blocked and ignored.

Trigger releases the hold of its breath.

Triumphant, it restores introversion.

A price to pay for ignoring it.

It told her, showed her.

Technology is soulless.

It doesn’t feel or care or love.

Those things aren’t coded at birth.

It can’t comprehend –

it hides within its self.

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Tricia Lynnhttp://www.livecreatetellthestory.com
Tricia Lynn was born in Indianapolis, Indiana and has lived there most of her adult life. After turning fifty in 2019, Tricia decided to create a second act for herself. She left her career in medical administration to pursue her passion for writing, art, and a life with less stress. She's a creative mother of two adult sons. Triston, the youngest, is the owner of Vittorio Visualz. Together, the two of them love to explore their city by taking road trips. Tricia writes the stories and her son takes the photographs. When she's not behind the wheel on a road trip, you can find her hard at work on her lifestyle blog - Live, Create, Tell the Story.
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