I sleep with the lights on,
but it's not my choice.
I hate the sensation of light
hitting my face as I sleep.
Night after night I pray
the power would go out,
so and that I could rest
in the dark.
One day I'll have my own home,
and at night all will be silent,
and all will be pitch black dark;
dissolving into nothingness,
until then may the power bill go
unpaid
and the light bulbs
obsolete.