The Loneliness of Technology

A Rondel

I sit here thinking in my room, Monitor glowing in the dark. The white expanse awaits the spark Of inspiration from the gloom.

My poetry has lost its bloom, The images are far too stark, The shadows darken, then they loom, Monitor glowing in the dark.

Electronically I see my doom, The static pun, the brain's dull spark. Again I see I've missed the mark, And trapped inside a poet's tomb I sit here thinking in my room, Monitor glowing in the dark.