Poem: In Fear of the Internet

The words of the World await me.
Answers to questions
I asked weeks ago.
Questions I no longer remember,
no longer want to remember.
But they will be there,
waiting for me,
in the world that is real.

So many people.
I want to hide from them all.
The Internet does not forget, Lover.
The Internet does not forgive.
The Internet simply Is.

In fear of the Internet,
I go to log on anyways,
to see for myself,
what seeds I have been planting,
in my absence
of memory.