The past is gone,
The future untold.
Only the present,
Is in our control.

Yet from dawn to dusk,
In my hand,
I hold the device,
The enabler of my imprisonment.

“No more!” I tell myself.
“Not this year” I promise.
Yet the bright white keeps calling me back.
The notification pings,
And I forget I’m cutting back.

When I wake up,
The first thi…read more