I Am Chained To the Tv
I am chained to my TV set by way of recliner
Planning daily to break the chain
Or at least bend it a bit
But until the fires and the floods come
Here I sit
Doing none of the things
That bring me joy
Holding a remote in my hand
A remote that is controlling me
Has taken over my mind
Is telling me what to do and when to do it
I am ready for a flood
Or a fire
Or anything
To shake me up
And break me up
And get me to the church on time
Or get me to the restaurant where I could meet friends
This pandemic has me glued to CNN
Where the numbers keep going up.
Ninety-eight thousand and sixty-eight Americans have died so far
Of the Coronavirus or something else?
I am chained to the TV
Yet I do not even believe in it.
I am broken, shaken, messed up.
I am going to have to BE the fire and the flood
But not right now.
Right now
The remote is in my hand
And I am not afraid to use it.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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