when you turn me off
what can i have but
silence
i become the inanimate
television
that watches you
stoically
i do nothing more than what you
can do to yourself
i do not have those eyes that
can say yes
neither do i have the courage
to say
no to you
i am the wood and wire
assembled
insignificant because you
have decided
to deprive me of my own
meaning
i neither have life
nor death
to offer you as
relief
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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