Painful,eerie silence
Hear the needle drop
Not letting the mind go idle
Consuming all time with work
Surrounded by so many
Yet feel so alone
Text read to yourself aloud
Since conversation is no longer parol
This is what it’s like
When true communication dies
When we feel that we can get to know others
By texting instead of calling and saying “hi”
But spoken word can feed the soul
Yet many cannot give your soul food to eat
Assembling many acquaintances
Instead of building bonds that are deep
“Conversation is food for the soul…”