Nausea
imagine yourself
facing the computer the whole day
eating lunch and supper
beside it
forgetting breakfast
escaping coffee breaks
disregarding calls
and not taking any bath
at all
imagine it is a sunday
and no one's home
because they all left you
because you
are weird
imagine at night when darkness
falls like a curtain
and you left the computer on
and you become dizzy
your head aches
and there is no one to call for
imagine that this happens
that this can happen
imagine
the truth
the nausea of having too much
of that
imagine this
and tell me if i am wrong about you
shutting yourself
from the world and yet opening yourself
to another reality
one that they have not ever seen
or heard
or felt.
it is your reality and be thankful
you finally find it
at less time spent.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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