Social Media Anxiety

I hit the refresh button casually, to check the daily blog stats,

It's become a mindless habit, like people on Insta watching cats.

I'm pleasantly surprised, there's a surge, its the World Poetry Day,

I pick the pen as the predator within, is stirred by the smell of the prey.

  

I spend an hour or two on my craft, laying bare the depths of my soul,

To move you with my naked vulnerability, to touch you deep is my goal. 

The next few minutes are fruitfully spent, sharing on each and every SM handle,  

I'm glad to receive a few likes and comments, as I burn the midnight candle.

 

I view for the nth time, my own status update,

You haven't seen it yet, the anxiety doesn't abate.

The morning comes and goes, the story is set to shortly expire,

How can I catch your eyes again, I'm in a deep quagmire.  

Nearly 400 sonnets written, I write yet another one for you,

I'm waiting for the day you'll not just see, but like and comment too.