When you realize the TikTok sign is a musical note on grief

I guess this / is what happens/
when you / feed your eyes with too/
much grief / It wallows / sucks you in/
its breath / till you breathe in it/
and become / as hollow / as your /
country / Speaking of / hollowness /
I long to ask / how far is your / country from a / nova / wet like a
wound / into the lips of / a tiktok
trend / Here / the muezzin's voice / 
calls out for prayer / that's the only
aspen / that cascades / maybe or
not / into grief / So take this poem /
as one from / the eyes of a tiktoker /
camouflaged with / metaphors / one who / oils skin follicles / daily / into
a matrix / of sepia hues.