The lightbulbs above my head
keeps exploding
when I spark a thought
my room will stay dark
for quite some time
shards of broken glass
scattered on the floor
will wait in the dark
anticipating a step
that will make me bleed,
and when the blood starts to drip
the room becomes ugly
and a clown will begin to mock
my wounds
holding me back
from heating the filament
to start a light
once again.