I can't explain what sorrow i felt if was denied a show on your face,
how devastating it was for me to go through the pain of denial,
how wonderful you were was all i thought every time i watched you,
all the while with me....like my best friend,
as a kid you were so special,
nothing and no one bothered me as long as i could watch you.
Growing up i realized how important and informative you are,
i was addicted to you from the time i opened my eyes,
my connection to the world was you,
my idea to feel destressed was you.
I can feel the winds of change approaching me,
can feel that the one i always loved will not be valued by me.
Have you lost your magic or haven't i an eye for interest? ,
coz watching you no longer interests me,
you can't even hold my gaze anymore,
not entertaining or even watchable anymore,
rather stupid, unrealistic and to my surprise i was reduced to an ignorant fool!
laughing at every joke, acting silly......
watching everything and nothing, ignoring life,
so long all you did was led me to stupidity.....silly me, i pity me.
So much time i have wasted on you,
for my sleepless nights i blame you,
needless to mention i was obsessed of you,
not my escape but a grave are you,
i have finally agreed with those who say an idiot box are you.
Note: i am calling TV an idiot box.
wow it is clear that this is a great poem by a great poet I never thought about T.V. that way it is an Idiot box powerful emotions expressed perfect 20 if I could give it to you P&L.
So much time i have wasted on you, for my sleepless nights i blame you, needless to mention i was obsessed of you, not my escape but a grave are you, ...........................grace obsessive by joy of heart yet it rills on by reason of rage, still passionate as when intense nagging after concerns and doubts, well penned,10+, thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My Grandad used to call the TV an idotbox, he said it would make your eyes square and rott your brain, i think that old world sentiment echos through this poem along with the phrase 'the devil makes work for idle thumbs' that comes to mind. At first you give the illusion of an unrequited love. Excellent poem i really like it!