Enjoy this poem from Chris Nelson, it really resonated with me.
Nobody really reads
Anymore
And I sit here with my pen
And page
Quartz-white and aching
With the longing to be heard
With the longing for the scratches
Of life and love and pain
To leave their trail
Like the snails who emerge
To the freshness of the rain
With a purpose and a will
On the fences and the leaves
On the skin of another.
Nobody really reads
Anymore
Eyes scan screens and pages
Lifeless
As if expecting something more
To leap out from the words
To seep from the page
And settle beneath the skin
Like a message or a meaning
Or something better to take
The time away
A quiet infection of purpose
Or entertainment or something
Something other than this.
Nobody really reads
Anymore
As a colourless wash paints over
It’s grey
Face recycled with the same words
That we heard before
That we heard tomorrow
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Wordifull 
Just a personal opinion, Melanie … but I really liked this until it became too long. I think the writer could have ended it much sooner and it would have had a stronger impact. But again … just my opinion.
We are all entitled to our opinion for sure. I think a lot of it comes down to timing and circumstance… and mood. Sometimes I like things short and sweet and other times i have the attention span to dive deeper if that makes sense.
Thank you for reading 🙂
I read!
Yay!!
We read. Oh, yeah…ALL the time.
Absolutely!