Video Game Distraction

Video Game Distraction

A Poem by Eddie Phillips

I'm sitting in this bed feeling these video games play me,
Wishing I could hold you instead of staring at this TV.
Five days since you left me, and I don’t know what to do
The game keeps me going, so the silence doesn't make me think of you.


I've been avoiding all your memories, playing these games to feel fine.
I know if I stop and pause for a minute, time will rewind until you're on my mind.
I smell your scent on my pillow�"sweet, like when you were here.
It breaks my focus every time, and I try to fight back the tears.


I prayed this game would drown the silence so I wouldn’t hear your voice.
Lisa, I tried to forget what you meant to me, but my heart won’t make that choice.
I can play levels and conquer missions, but they can’t bring you back to me
’Cause no matter what I’m playing, I can’t distract the love inside of me.


My phone keeps ringing, but I'm scared to answer in case it's you.
If I'm wrong and break the silence, I'll have to face that we're really through.
So I sit here playing these games, praying you’ll walk through our door
It's easier to live in a gaming fantasy than face not seeing you anymore.


A message pops up on my game screen: “I hoped you might be on.”
“I’m sitting at my friend’s house playing this game and feeling alone.
Do you mind if I come over? I miss you… I don’t want to play.
Maybe we can talk through our problems and put these video games away.”
I wipe the tears from my eyes and type through my controller: “Okay.”

I prayed this game would drown the silence so I wouldn’t hear your voice.
Lisa, I tried to forget what you meant to me, but my heart won’t make that choice.
I can play levels and conquer missions, but they can’t bring you back to me
’Cause no matter what I’m playing, I can’t distract the love inside of me.


Tonight I put this controller down
Knowing that you are coming back home to me.


Eddie K Phillips

© 2025 Eddie Phillips


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Eddie Phillips
Eddie Phillips

Denver, CO



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Writer, Scholar, Martial Artist, Poet, etc. I write everything. Whatever is on my heart comes through my pen. I do not limit myself to only write what I think. I write what I feel. I write a lot .. more..