You are a beautiful poet tyge x

This no longer feels like home.

A ghost town asylum
A hybrid where the inmates no longer communicate

We are writing on our prison walls
Speaking to ourselves in the illusion that someone is listening

In truth the bots upvote and no one cares
The real world poisoned the brilliance that could have been steem

Now it is but a shell,
I am tired,
I feel like a ghost wandering the halls,
One of the few.