TV

I'll put on Survivor just to watch somebody suffer, Sinking in the sofa while they betray each other. Maybe I should get some sleep, escape this dreary dive, But what's the point of anything when it feels like I can't survive? The internet's gone wild, a chaotic digital parade, Movie stars on trial, their lives on public display. As Roe v. Wade's overturned, the world's shifting tides, In the midst of it all, a heavy heart abides. Lost in the screen's glow, a refuge from the strife, Yet reality unravels, carving the wounds of life. The remote in hand, a feeble attempt to cope, Seeking solace in pixels, a fleeting, fragile hope. Eclipsed by shadows, a melancholy embrace, Dreams overturned like pages in a legal case. In the echoes of despair, where emotions collide, I'll drown in TV's glow, in this emotional tide.