The echo of television voices

[breathtest]

The echo of television voices carry in through my window,
Golden, shapeless waves with odd imperialist patterns that breathe at me
Angrily and forcefully, and tell me what is going to happen
But my nerves of the coming hold me rigid in place
And they chain me to the floor, unprotesting.

[Sapphire]

I don't know what else to say but "I like it". And I think I might know the feeling - or at least this poem makes me relate to a feeling I sometimes have when reading the news or looking at the TV. Or just letting my thoughts wander too far.

Thank you for sharing, Sapphire.