I\'m all boxed in (Revised)

Lost within my solitude,
isolated as i can be
i’m reaching for reception,
beyond my H.D. T.V.

feeling like i’m all boxed in,
calling for anyone who may hear
please come and pull the plug, my friend
and get me out of here

though the T.V. always answers
with an easy little click
i continue to get bored and lonesome
far, far too quick.

needing more and more each day,
as it’s plugged into my veins
a screen of digitized information
mainlining electrons to my brain

and when i‘m watching by myself
it consumes my lonely nights
pretending to fill my head with dreams
of unrealistic romantic heights.

so, cold turkey seems the way to go,
now the new ones converse and play,
yet, i don’t mind being addicted
even though i’ve lost a lot this way,

and i don’t mind my railroad tracks
that most won’t comprehend,
for i’ll continue to watch, all day long
my uncomplicated friend.

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This is a poem about addiction. Though the TV you can take literally, it is the metaphor for drugs. This is a poem about addiction, which i think is pretty clear. The struggle with wanting to quit and asking for help that he/she (\"He\" for the rest of this description) doesn\'t get. And stays all alone. So he justifies his plight by accepting it, calling it, his friend that doesn\'t judge him for his choosing not to quit on his own. This is my revised version. The rhyme now has an ABCB metered structure and updated references to televisions, as the TV of today are much different than when i wrote the original poem.