Many years ago
In a long-forgotten time,
I watched a Channel Four TV show,
I was hooked in episode one,
The endings had a certain style
Making me wait impatiently for next week,
I was gripped by the excitement
Needing to understand more.
Each character held and hid a secret
Plots had subplots galore,
I couldn’t always keep up,
So I took comfort in social media
And the spread of gossip at high speed,
But even this dial-up world had subplots
With film studio-fed misinformation,
Propaganda from a spiteful mind.
The programme viewed was called ‘Lost’,
People marooned in an ever-decreasing space,
Trying desperately to understand their world,
Their stomping muddied the story even more
Providing red herrings and loose ends,
I avidly watched the seasons, one through to three
But by season Four,
I was losing interest, becoming frustrated.
With fewer answers, more questions
What, why, when, who and how.
I gave up caring by season five
Missed the whole of those antics,
As well as season six,
So I missed the ending, I didn’t care,
I now felt I had wasted the effort
After watching all those previous episodes.
And I’m starting to feel this angst again
With the ‘Conflict in Ukraine’ programme
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