Requiem

i was going to dig out some old poetry for posting, but i wrote this last night so i thought i might as well release it to the world


Requiem for a dream
about a computer screen,
as evening slips to night,
i wonder if your dream took flight,
because i think that you've given in,
as i watch the roullette make one more spin,
the back-ground noise of a channel-hop,
all i want is this cycle to stop,
but i won't raise my voice
although in my mind i pretend to
this is the choice
i made so that i won't offend you