Prisoners Behind Our Very Own TV Screen
As I sit alone
In lockdown
Christmas is about to arrive
Yet, this year it is missed again
Called off!
Just dissed!
As I sit eating my turkey for six
I switch on the repeating, repeating telly
The last scene of the Sound of Music comes on
The Von Trapp’s have managed to escape
Singing on their beautiful mountain
We all want to escape this virus one day
We are all sat behind our trillions of TV screens
Communicating three times daily
As if, in a daily intermittent news report
So many of us still all alone
In our own shut off creative zone
Others crammed in like a tin of sardines
No space to move
No space to think
No space to create
All in our very own living TV screen
Never quite the same
Some human threads strained or lost
Some naturally just cut off
Now we have Christmas back
Yet, we still sit behind our reporting TV screens
Now we just want to escape and catch a plane
Follow the dream of our old usual life
Yet, nothing feels the same
Lots of thick binding red tape
Normal?
The world feels very changed and disjointed
We are still contained by those Perspex plastic sheets
We just cannot see them
Restricted in so many different ways
Our eyes and hands cannot touch or see
We cannot lampoon back the freedom
Now forever lost
Listening and being in a TV screen
Lockdown now a memory
We hope never to reprise
Restrictions of life still continue though
We may never be totally free
Not in the sense we used to be
Prisoners behind our very own TV screen
Toria
28/4/2022
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