"Trapped inside looking out"

In the realm of hallowed screens they dwell, Where falsity abounds, and truth is lost, Their lies enshrined in social media cells, Yet claim connections at a heart's dark cost. Oh, let us journey back to days of yore, When compassion thrived, untouched by a scroll, No lonely souls, locked behind a virtual door, But communities that pulsated with a soul. Their hollow cries echo amidst the night, False family ties, friendships built on lies, In shadows they wither, yearning for light, Yet trapped in darkness, where no one replies. Why not go back to 1990's embrace, A world uncurtailed by technology's hand, Where souls were bared, and love took its place, When social bonds and warmth were in demand. Oh, Raven, lend your eerie charm to these lines, As specters of deception haunt each heart, With macabre themes, let poetic darkness entwine, And shed light on a world torn apart. Dramatic language, dripping with despair, Unveiling the horror of this digital abyss, Where authenticity fades, leaving souls threadbare, Praise be to those who grasp reality's hiss. Let us celebrate the truth, the tangible and real, Oh, let us wrestle from technology's grasp, And forge connections, genuine and ideal