When plenitude per se
Becomes spleenitude
Too many messages
From perfect strangers
Dumping their angst
Filling my inbox
With their frenzied claims to my time
In less than a month I went
From few but well known friends
To too many unknown acquaintances
So called Web friends
It was soul destroying
For my poor distracted mind
To be continuously invaded
By their polite and respectful
Incessant demands
I needed my mental space
I could no longer focus
I had to delete the app.
Of course I already miss
Their unstinted support
But what a freedom
It is to find again
One's untainted voice.
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
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