My addiction

In clusters or alone we stay
Eyes Locked on our idea of the way
We don't blink, we don't move
Only stare
Needing not to miss a heartbeat

It began as an interest
But now it holds great importance
A part of our very existence
A companion, a besfriend
A necessity, a need
We've made it to be

I see it everywhere
It has gradually taken over
I agree that it helps
But also it destroys
And we don't seem to see
Because we've chosen to be blind
It really is an addiction
A call for rehabilitation

O generation of today
Even if it's only for a day
Please put down thy phones


Okay, so who guessed this poem was about phone while reading it. I know you didn't. Phones could be very addictive, I'm a living testimony.

For some months, my phone was bad and that was when I realised that I actually had a real life addiction. It was bad. I felt alone, like my best friend had died, everyday if I met with a friend that had a phone, I'll borrow it just to scroll through. It was that serious. I needed a phone, not holding a phone for a day made me feel like I had missed out on something large that happened in the world.

I needed to know what everyone was posting on their status, if cardi b had dropped an album, what the latest comedy was. Sometimes it was just me plainly wanting to hold the device. There's this satisfying feeling I get from holding a phone, is it just me?

I finally got a new phone and I'm trying very much not to make it my 'everything'. Sometimes, I purposely keep the phone away from me and I must say it's hard; too hard. I also realised that it's when my phone is away from me that I become more productive. One day, I hope to kill my addiction, and I hope you do same.