For The WoW Widows Of The World (Of Warcraft)

You find yourself glorified
through keyboard strokes
and lingo jokes,
tip-tip-tapping your way
through Ulduar-
you're hurting me
and you know you are.
Skill points, honor points,
epic weapons, epic gear,
while I'm sitting right here,
silently shouting,
eyes pleading,
spirit needing.
I'm out of mana,
can cast no spell
to capture your attention,
create an intervention
for your addiction.
Where is a healer?
I seek benediction,

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poem by Justin Phillips
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