I tried
I really tried
I tried SO HARD!
But I just couldn’t do it!
The box in front of me
No longer a box but a thin rectangle
It takes up half the room
This idol just sits there
Longing to be worshipped
Feeding my eyes and brain
I stare transfixed
Not daring to turn it off
I don’t want to miss a thing
I’m happy to hear the same old thing
The same old fear
Minute by minute
This is my world
The scariest place
The righteous and the unrighteous
I have forgotten what it looks like beyond the walls
I see few people
Mostly talking heads telling me what to do
Reading out numbers of the fallen
Wash your hands, you sinners!
You could be a killer
A numb mind
A dead imagination
A chronic loneliness
I can think of nothing else
There is no world
There is no imagination
You have taken this away from me
Image by mohamed Hassan from Pixabay
https://pixabay.com/photos/tv-man-watching-room-office-3774381/
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