the light flickers,
everything in the room is illuminated,
only momentarily.
I wish I could see where I am,
it is all so unfamiliar.
the light's mischief is unsettling.
how dare it taunt me,
with the promise of sight,
when there is no such fulfillment.
Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 9:53 PM UTC
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