Video Games:
In my hands, a pad I hold,
With buttons and sticks—its power untold.
It seems so harmless, pure, and neat,
A portal to a world discrete.
By its look, you'd never know
The rage and joy it can bestow.
Once I hear that startup chime,
I'm lost in pixels, lost in time.
My world has changed since I pressed "Start,"
I’ve felt the thrill, the pulse, the heart.
A cycle strange, both joy and pain—
A force I can’t quite explain.
It drains my sleep and fills my days,
and shapes my thoughts in endless ways.
I’ve laughed, I’ve cried, I’ve felt the burn,
But still, I play, and still, I yearn.
Achievements were once gruely earned,
Now they are trophies quickly churned.
No steps to climb, no battles won,
Just clicks and buys, without a challenge done.
In days of old, each goal was true,
Victory came from struggling through.
Yet something's lost in earning fast—
A pride that comes with bosses passed.
In open worlds, I roam afar,
Yet still I chase that distant star.
A perfect score—my phantom quest,
Slips away—never to be possessed.
It’s made me scream, rage, and quit—
I’ve sworn aloud, “I’m through with it!”
But deep inside, we know the truth:
I’ll respawn—and embrace my youth.
#Poem #VideoGames #AIAssisted
ResearchBuzz: Firehose
