The Most Toxic Relationship I Am In
It is so convenient that it is not easy to break up and move on
It wakes me up.
It puts me to sleep.
It keeps me on my toes,
with its untimely sonorous beeps.
It stays in my hand,
or lounges in my pocket.
Inseparable from me the whole day,
at night I plug it into the socket.
I need it every morning,
to fire me up and start my day.
I need it every night,
to lighten my mood and keep boredom at bay.
I need it every hour,
to distract me from myself.
Its prolonged silence reveals my inner turmoil.
I marvel at my parents,
who lived without this device.
Even today they struggle to use it,
does that mean they are stupid, or wise?
I feel more connected to it
than I’ve ever felt with my wife.
Neither food nor family seems important,
as long as it is in my life.
My health is gradually degrading,
my mind is in a prison cell.
I can’t eat or shit without it,
Must be the modern-day version of hell.
