The Web Poetry Corner - Norma Jean Duncan - The Only Thing Turned On The Is The TV
The Only Thing Turned On The Is The TV
by
Norma Jean Duncan
The only thing turned on is the TV
we live in a house of misery
We go our separate ways,
I miss the days
when the one turned on was me.
I wish we could go back
and start over once more
and things could be as before.
There was a time when the excitment
of our love brought happiness.
I wonder how we could let ourselves
get into such a mess.
You no longer care what I do
or how I feel.
The world we live in is so dull
it doesn't seem real.
We don't like the way it is
so what do we do?
Do we go on and die inside
or do we try someone new?
Just what is the answer
what should be done
When you turn on the TV
I really wish it was me.
We set in separate chairs,
not a word said
inside we feel about half dead
The terrible silence can be felt for a mile
seldom do our faces wear a smile.
There is nothing but emptiness
so I'll just sit and dream
while you turn on the TV I guess.
When you notice the only thing
turned on is the TV
Take action, don't delay.
There often comes a danger point
to married folks today
the pardner you once loved
no longer seems exciting and new
and the only thing turned on is the TV
when it should be you.