Death of a Twitter Chat

I
showed up,
party hat on
only to find I shouted
in Plato’s cave,
alone.
Hours
at the gym
where I wiped sweat
from bookmarked electronic pages
wasted.
Tweets
and retweets
as meaningless as
a diet plan at
Christmas.
Rage
and disjointed disappointment
colors my perception
the same shade
of purple as
the circles under my
eyes.

Image attributed to https://www.flickr.com/photos/sriram/

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