His Love For Games Poem by Joyce Rwambali

He fixed his eyes on the screen
He wouldn't eat, he wouldn't move
He just played the game
He never flinched nor hears a word I say
It was as if I was invisible
I called to him: hey boy, listen!
He looked at me and nodded but nothing either than that
His love for games was so strong
It could not be compared to the one I had
He was constantly in touch with it
Twenty four seven
The game wouldn't complain for it received his compassion.
It won his love and I got nothing.
He wouldn't miss a day without it
He was just deeply in love with his game.
I wouldn't say it was a wonderful couple, for the game was an ‘it' to him
Nothing more, nothing less just a ‘thing'
Well at least as I saw it.
It was under control every now and then.
He was addicted to it
His love for games was just sickening!