I watched him grow apart,
He called it time for mediation,
But his phone was his distraction,
Slowly his phone was his empire,
He was a prisoner to his phone,
Internet was a world he embraced best,
A mind filled with filth,
It was not him,
It was what he watched,
He changed, .
His language, his writings, his character,
His phone was his home,
He drove to the lane of isolation,
His mind overpowered by porn pollution,
He was a different person,
He said he found completion,
But he was drowning ,
He was falling,
Slowly we were losing him to the world of internet,
He was chained to his keyboard,
Eyes fixed to his screen,
That was what he became,
That was his transformation.
@Nyakayu.
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