doomscrolling - a poem
doomscrolling - a poem
A poem about the pull of the scroll, the blue glow that frames our nights, and the six-second rhythm that erodes attention. A quiet look at life slipping by while we swipe.
3am, still scrolling
thumb moving
before brain catches up
another face
another opinion
another this changed my life
(it didn't)
blue light
telling me
the world is ending
in 6 second clips
I close the app
open it again
muscle memory
grief memory
whatever memory
somewhere
my actual life
is waiting
still open
in another tab
I wrote this after catching myself doing exactly what the poem describes: reopening an app I'd just closed, for no reason, mid-thought. That gap between thumb and brain felt like the truest thing to capture: we're not really choosing to scroll anymore, we're just following our hands. The line breaks are meant to mimic that stutter-step rhythm, the way attention fractures into six-second pieces. It's about the life running quietly underneath our phones, waiting for us to notice it's still there.
#SixSecondClips #PhoneAddiction #AttentionEconomy #DigitalLife #BlueLight
