Human Connection Lost

There is no human connection … not anymore,

Not in this culture.

What appears to be so is naught but proximity and familiarity,

Subject to ever-changing whims and desires for novelty.

Any feeling of true connection must be analyzed into non-existence,

Weighted against superficial concerns,

Things that matter not, but are all that matter now.

Love is a word, too often a lie, and anything real is anathema,

An imposition to be shunned, slain.

Choices are made for personal gain,

Emotions predicated upon wants not the heart’s need.

Once a want is conquered, eyes turn to others to covet,

To conquer anew, breaking all promises, those untruths of the moment.

We’ve allowed ourselves to become unrepentant liars.

We’ve all died, but we refuse to accept it.

The real must be forgotten, replaced with the false,

Love left rotting in the past, never to be accepted,

Spurned and mocked,

While fraudulence is labeled love for convenience.

We hang ourselves wearing masks,

And refuse to know each other, to rescue our hearts,

Never touching souls.