there are no humans to touch,
when i am alone,
rooted to the indented chair,
where i have died a thousand times.
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sad and a bit of terror thrown in to make sure the pain is known and the question: how to survive without human contact or not enough because in the end TV or any device doesn't work not well, if at all flesh needs flesh a fine poem
I like this, Vincent. I think for many people, TV does provide some relief from total isolation, even if it's not as true an intimacy as the figure in your poem might like to believe.