The Willfully Infected

They tell you not to feel bad for the infected,
Because it’s a conscious choice,

They tell you not to feel bad,
When they step out in front of another bus,
For just another moment of checking the status,
Just another chance to read one more message,
One last shot of a funny GIF of a cat,
As their last child gets run over by a truck,

But what they forget to count,
Is the effect it has on the rest of us,

The effect it has on your heart and soul,
To glance over your shoulder, at a passing person,
At a housemate who passes in the hallway,

When you instinctively turn to give an acknowledgement of their presence,
But what you see,
Is their attention completely focused on the screen which they willingly hold up in front of them,
Completely, deliberately, consciously,
Occupying two worlds, simultaneously,
Mental and physical separated,
Vacant, blank faces,
Dead and alive,
Dead and alive,
Alive, or deadβ€”

That hurts,
That’s depressing as fuck.


16 thoughts on “The Willfully Infected

      1. I haven’t finished that film yet, I stopped because I went to the toilet then got that idea for a poem πŸ˜†


      2. It was until I had major OCD just trying to read it back to check the flow of it, whilst making last adjustments πŸ˜†.


      3. Tragically I’m just as infected, but with OCD instead of a phone. πŸ˜…


  1. Good one Robin.
    I remember a few years ago when we were in San Francisco and out to dinner and there was a group of 8 at another table and each of them was looking at their phone!
    Must have been something really important happening on those phones. LOL

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    1. Thanks! πŸ™‚

      8! Golly gee, that’s a record! That’s like finding a five-leaf clover Margie!!

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