Cassandra

They call me crazy  

For what I see,  

For urging them to look  

Past the smiles,  

Past the perfect screens

For screaming my silence  

In this world of endless noise  

I watched my mind burn once—  

Watched my words scatter  

Like ash in the wind.

Now I see minds break,  

Watch lives go quiet,  

While my warnings drift away  

Like spams in the feed.

So I type warnings—  

Threads, comments,  

In pixels that glow  

But remain unseen.

Everyone’s moving fast,  

But not forward,  

Scrolling past fire,  

Past wars

Past a boiling planet

They scroll right past  

The cries for care,  

The quiet grief,  

The broken spirits  

Wrapped in polished tags.

I scream,  

In comments lost,  

Fingers racing like flames  

Across the cold unfeeling keys

They dismiss my words—  

“Too dramatic, too much,”  

Smothering the silent truth  

Under a relentless noise.

Still, I’m here,

A prophet lost in pixels,  

Truth drowned in likes  

And I’m still here,  

Voice cracking like glass

Whispering to the void,  

To the shadows,  

Hoping someday  

Someone  

Finally  

Listen.