The Daily Poem Poetry Collection

Love.Net

Love.Net

The pallid screen in silence stares at me.
A ghostly visage lies upon its plane,
a soul that cries in loneliness, in pain,
reflecting empty eyes that cannot see
the aching heart that’s longing to be free.
I click upon the link. “Hello, again,”
as I’m brought into Love dot net’s domain
where almost love is found for a small fee.

The algorithm knows that I am here
and sends me messages I know are fake.
Don’t counsel me that this is a mistake.
Unlike my life, I find I have no fear
and chat with who knows what to soothe my ache.
My calloused fingers my only keepsake.

An entry for the October 6th round of "The Daily Poem" 
Form: Petrarchan Sonnet  
Line Limit: 200
Line Count: 14