LIFE Poem: The Screenlight, by Alexandra Shandrenko

The glow of the monitor paints my face,
a cold blue hue, neither day nor night.
Emails pile like unsaid words,
notifications pulse like a second heartbeat.

Keystrokes replace conversation,
code lines stretch longer than thoughts.
Deadlines blur into each other,
weekdays and weekends lose their edges.

A coffee cup, half-forgotten,
grows cold beside a blinking cursor.
Somewhere beyond the firewall,
the world hums in a language I no longer speak.

But here, in this digital quiet,
I chase meaning in spreadsheets and syntax,
wondering if the next project, the next call,
will make me feel like more than just an echo.

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