The Light
Author Note: A prison inmates thoughts about light bulbs that are never turned off.
It irritates me
Holds me as a prisoner
Hungering to be free
It remains constant for an occasional flicker
An orb with no conscience
Making life bitter
Every day the same
An hour of relief
Free from its glare
Still all I can do is walk and stare
I will be here for life
Never really accepting my plight
My only consolation
It will eventually burn out
I will not say a word
Too tired to weep
Finally, I will sleep
Copyright © Mac Mcgovern | Year Posted 2010
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