A Poem entitled 'Rejection is Data. Not Destruction'

.A quiet hush upon the screen,
The lowest view count you have seen,
Is not a verdict on your worth,
Nor final judgement of your earth.

Unseen Worth, Quiet Creation, Beyond the Metrics

The mission holds its steady flame,
Though algorithm hides your name;
Perhaps the signal drifted wide,
Or shifted with a different tide.

Signal Drift

Perhaps the audience you sought
Was not the one your message caught,
Or silent, deep, beneath the sound,
The roots still grow underground.

Subterranean Signals

But panic breeds a frantic race
To conquer every digital space.
You chase the trend, you prompt the bot,
To handle things you’d rather not.

Neon Desperation, Cyber-Dystopianism, oe just Chasing the Bot

On every platform, you appear,
To whisper in a different ear,
And bend your knee to keep pace with
The hungry algorithmic myth.

Servitude to the Feed

This is not a life sustained,
Where depth is lost and focus strained.
This frantic, split, and breathless chase
Is fragmentation, not a space.

Fractured Focus

So root yourself, and slow the speed;
The data points are all you need.

DataRoots

This was inspired by the words of JD Gresham in response to the blog "The Evolution of “No”

I greatly appreciate his Imput. Just saying ^_^ Cheers