Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Chat Rooms

In the empty chat room a poet writes;
His name a blaze by cursor pulsing,
as he taps characters to life.
In the empty chat room,
only he witnesses the echoes of his musings.
Wall bled dry of color flooded.
Squalls of tears burst forth,
Hush in a pool unstirred
Where they drown in pale,
Purposeless pixels.