They follow.

A hollow scream of anguish,
from within your facebook walls.

Like a post-it pinned, upon post-it pinned,
upon a bedroom wall. The scrawling lines between,

the repeating sadness, crying madness, count upon
the views now reached. Ratchet up.

Around the world.

Painted with whatever is spread by a thought spurred,
by thought spurred, by thought spurred bloody spur.

And when you leave, they tell you they will miss you.

Unlike a difficult truth.

Unlike a different opinion.

Unlike a negative review.

Unlike you.

by Gareth Rosser