While the TV Blares On . . .

Watching TV through the night
Until the wee hours of the morning
As I do most every night
Until I finally drop off to sleep
Into a sad totality of lonely fatigue
And into a fitful no mans land
Of nightmares and dreams
Rife with a frightful fear of losing you
Coupled with a prayerful hope
Of having you once again by my side
And winning your love
Instead of dropping off to sleep
All alone in an easy chair
Or on the floor
While the TV blares on . . .