Poems Futuristic, Romantic, and Painful🧨💔

NOBODY NOWHERE

I’m nobody nowhere.
I wish someone would rescue me from nowhere.
I can’t get out of here.
I just want to read my own poems.
But I have a new phone,
It’s practically all I own.
The old one has been usurped,
Ownership passed to another “own”
And other phones.
So I’m just here I fear
To track down my own poems
So I can read them on my own
To comfort my own self.
Dear God:
This is UTTER HELL!!!!!