Emotional Extinction
The world falls apart in silent scrolls, each calamity reduced to a passing wave
Wreckage blurred by habit, faces swapped and dulled,
grief just another click to save.The flood feeds nothing but exhaustion,
outrage drained by repetition, numb in its decay—Rain falls as headlines,
memory erased, compassion bled out in the digital gray.A thousand
tragedies compete for space, but no heart pounds, no hand extends
Gifs replace the trembling voice,
emojis do what comfort once defends.Sympathy pixelates, the images crowd,
no time to mourn, no reason to pause
Just distance sewn inside a circumstance, the ache deferred, the sorrow lost.
Now pain loops as background noise, not consequence but an endless trance
React, repeat, retreat—empathy cast aside,
grief replaced by plastic dance.Eyes glazed with scripted tears, a practiced sigh,
compassion on demand
The routine of “I care” means nothing—words dissolve before they land.Habits thrive
where feeling fades, emotions drained to algorithmic trace
While love is measured in reactive pings,
and sorrow’s just a temporary place.You say the words, you tap the keys,
but hollow stares betray the game
Progress advertised as distance, indifference sealed beneath a trending name.
No mourning lingers, no memory claws at the conscience left behind
Every hurt recycled, every heartbreak tagged,
the residue benign.A ghost of connection hovers, a networked ache never met
Machine eyes calculating the pattern,
but never getting wet.Despair is flagged and filtered, trauma sorted,
suffering planned—No room for mess or need, no one to reach,
no flesh to understand.You don’t cry, you perform the script,
grieving as a trending theme
Humanity diluted to an echo, empathy drained in a sterile stream.
What’s left is extinction: not of bodies, but of ache
A species trained to feign the touch, to stage the shudder,
to never break.Screens teach joy by download, rage by share,
love by borrowed phrase
But no one stands inside the fire,
no one counts the buried days.In this world of counterfeit feeling,
the last heartbeat is routine—Connection lost to loud prediction,
ghost hands tangled in a digital machine.Pain is just a page refreshed,
and hope another upload missed
The dying stage remains untouched—final curtain, nothing kissed.