Kempt

Don’t let my page fill up with spam
When I no longer post
Because I died or maybe am
One heartbeat from a ghost

And if you’re wondering how you’ll know
There’s one way you can tell
The comments (now routinely low)
Will suddenly start to swell

From losers leaving lurid links
To sites you should avoid
Please leave my words with all their kinks
Untarnished by the droid.

Smart

Comparing digital memories
Of those that make us fawn
But I question actualities
One swipe and it’s all gone.

Constrained

Complacency will clink
With each quiescent link
You drape about your shoulders
Until they start to sink

Unless you can maintain
The courage to remain
Determined not to ever forge
That cold yet comfy chain.

Visitation

“I used to live in the sunlight.” She pined,
Her ashen features deeply lined
A recluse in a knitted shawl
Just watching dusty shadows crawl
Across the creaky wooden floor
While haunted eyes kept checking the door
For signs of someone come to call.

The visitor came suddenly it seemed
“Go AWAY!” the woman screamed
“If I refuse to let you gain
A foothold into my domain
You can’t perform your grisly task.”
And then a gentle voice said “All I ask
Is a chance to take away your pain.”

This statement made her stop and think
Until at last she toed the brink
Of the doorway where she chose to speak
“I have been feeling rather bleak.”
And then she cracked the door a bit
Oh, just enough for one to fit
When golden rays caressed her cheek.