Yesterday I liked those games,


    Valheim, Stardew, Minecraft,


    I have my system, sixty frames,


    and all the times when we laughed.


    New game, new people, new beginning


    exciting even, slowly thinning.


    this all isn''t fun anymore.


    It''s just tedious, just a chore.


    Grinding, grating, built to dust


    when Stardew feels like fucking Rust.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    I''m just laying in my bed


    wondering if hope is dead.


    The ceiling is more interesting


    than the times I''ve spent online.


    Darkness slowly manifesting


    leaving me to only rhyme.


    With heavy heart I must concede


    to my brain this true defeat


    that those times, past so sweet


    may not ever be repeat.


    I''m lonely now, part of the problem,


    after all, I''m last to drop.


    I''m on the server, lonely, solemn,


    the only one playing nonstop.


    If just one person wants me there,


    what game you ask? I don''t care.


    What matters most is: I am needed!


    Expectation far exceeded!


    But today no one is here


    needing voluntary labor.


    I''m hoping someone to appear,


    but no one came, not later.


    Tomorrow is another day,


    abyss is slowly growing.


    Happiness kept it at bay,


    I wonder where I''m going.