Comfort

Little screen little light
Brightly filling up my night
Comfort me to sleep I go
Keep my mind affixed with glow
Shifted habit now ingrained
Rechargeable corrupted brain

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.