Television

A surge of emotion
And I am gone
Yanked so far into myself
That the tv screen becomes my eyes

Backseat driving in this body
I watch, afraid of the crash
Who am I? Please keep me safe
I am you, am I not?

Moments later, I return
These are my hands again
I am me, and I exist
No television distance

© Obscure 2021

(This poem doesn't rhyme or have consistent meter or anything. I mostly just wrote it in an attempt to describe something I feel sometimes.)