Vorail Arghhh!

Vorail is a social media app for blind and visually impaired mainly and it has no admins or perimeters. So people say what they want, argue, fight and call each other out! It’s a scary place sometimes! Amid the lovely music and other nice posts, there is lots of nastiness. It was made from the remnants of a dating app and as such this aspect is very much apparent though often in a veil! People ask their favorate people are etc

Despite this I met some great people there too. Who will be my friends always …


It’s all so unnecessary

But quite important too

Hot air and this chitter chat

but True colours shine through

As folks wear a different hat

As they go on Vorail

They may hide in a veil

Of goodness and so sweet

From their head to their feet

Then they are vulgar and accusing

It’s not very amusing

When no perameters are met

You can clearly bet

That the vultures will descend

And then others try and defend

Their ways oft just as bad

If not mad

Amid the music and the prayers

There are so many layers

Off on many a spectrum

So where is my plectrum

I must hum a song

As I try to get along

With these folks on Vorail

But all to no avail

They will catch me out in a thrice

Even if I’m nice!

Their real self will shine through

In this hazy hue

In their vices and voices

So many choices

To take on this app

And as no admins to ensure good will

So they surely have their fill

And trolls and bullies reign high

As the app rolls by and by

Each day in ways condescending

No use in defending

As I ask a question or two

Play a lovely song for you

No one will surely listen

As the vulgar stuff will glisten

It’s true

What a to do!

I never dreamed you see

That some blind so awful could be!

As they dominate this app

And continually flap

And yap

At each other

So who do I trust

There surely must

Be a kindly person or two

To help me see it through

As I lose my sight and go blind

It really is a bind

A bad dream to be true

I really want to see you

In every sense of the word

As that little bird

In my garden surely sings

So I will say Cheerio Vorail

I see you will not fail

To roll on in this way

Day by day

A chapter must begin

I must not complain

And Strive on in my mist

With just a Vorailian twist

To leave behind

And I will find

Delightful pastures new




Author: Rosy

I became interested in poetry about a year ago and try to write about things from my heart that are associated with events in my life or events going on in the World at large or closer to home. I am a visual artist and still am to a certain extent having exhibited some of my work as a visually impaired artist using sponges to paint. I have lost most of my eyesight in recent years to advanced glaucoma and my vision is now very limited I am finding my creativity now evolving in writing poetry and hope to publish my own book of verse in the future. I have a blog page on Wordpress where I share my poetry, art, photography, thoughts and favourite quotes and prayers at https://rosypoems.com

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