Wince, click
S i g h
Dopamine vs. Cortisol
Winners Vs. Losers
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Digging deeper, never enough
Like a squirrel burying acorns,
Hunted stash soon forgotten
So tired. And yet
Can’t stop, want to
Find safety
Hunt for knowledge
What does it all
Meme
Headlines fly out
Like bats at sunset. Ominous?
Unheard echolocations
Still know how to track
Me. Pr[_]y.
This poem, a form of lament, is my experience of doomscrolling. What about you?
Photo credit: Andy Hay on Visualhunt.com / CC BY
This poem resonated with me as I often find myself caught in a similar cycle.
Thank you for sharing, Kevin. Sometimes just knowing we’re not alone in a particular feeling can help a lot.