Games

• Tjai Little, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2020

I sit in a dark room
shooting up zombies,
hours creep away,
as I go from game to game.
Grand theft auto, love it,
is it this easy in real life,
days go by I don't move from
my chair, next to me a pile
of empty chip and popcorn packs.
Red dead redemption, spare
assassins creed, the need for
speed, my animated world
is all I care about,
nothing else is real.
They call me a nerd,
but my high scores, tells the truth,
I'm someone,
in this not real life I lead.