By August M. Scott
In the glow of screens, the child screams, unseen,
Lost in a digital haze, seeking a dopamine dream.
Validation, a drug, hits delivered by the click,
Chasing likes, fleeting fame, a fix that makes them sick.
Outrage festers, a burning fire,
A child left adrift, consumed by digital desire.
Where were the arms, the loving gaze?
Replaced by pixels, empty praise.
Hungry for connection, scavenging online,
Fragments of affection, a counterfeit design.
Scrolling through feeds, hunting for more,
Each empty like, a scar at the core.
Bonding, that sacred, primal need,
Crushed beneath the weight of a screen's greedy feed.
Foundations cracked, a heart betrayed,
In the endless scroll, souls gone astray.
Anger roars, a primal scream,
For the lost moments, for the stolen dream.
Where was the touch, the warm embrace?
Replaced by cold light, a vacant space.
Addicted to the high, the constant chase,
A child lost in cyber-space.
Validation's phantom, always near,
But never filling the void, the gnawing fear.
Parents absent, replaced by apps,
Connection severed, trust collapsed.
In the digital age, a silent plea,
For the love that was lost, for the chance to be free.
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