There lacked power within me, enough to grant me freedom.
Technicians at fault, so I called out to one.
The supreme executive, that brought the best switch.
The perfect switch, to turn on the bulb.
Fully powered, I cherished the light,
The switch had no flaws, the light-bulb with unlimited power.
No flickers, so single flash.
Unblown fuse, the longest-serving bulb.
Alas, I saw everything, the good, the bad,
All I was once blind to, they came to being,
Until that day, the executive challenged me.
He turned it off, obstacles before me.
The bulb may be off, but my power stays.
I thank the technician, the supreme advocate,
For the gesture, I understand,
To lighting, an eternal bulb.
YOU ARE READING
Dimmed
PoetryBroken by life's struggles, by love, but yearn to have it back? Blaze through the likely feeling of your emotions with these pieces which tell stories; The kind to make you feel like the spark you had around your dreams or ex-lover exists, but as fa...
