POEM – LIGHTS OUT
The power house is numb.
Down to the last bulb, down it must come.
Eyes sewn shut by the torn overhanging cable.
Feet firmly tucked under the crystal table.
Her seating place is not frozen.
But ice not lacking in her position.
She is at ease with the lack of feeling.
Her face dolled up to stop the pealing.
Lips tightly closed so she won’t scream.
She does not want to dream that dream.
Those dreams are deemed sins.
Releasing them would only push up more pins.
So she keeps them tucked under the crystal table.
Turn the lights off to keep the emotions stable.
The only sounds you hear are big sighs.
Between each thought that she analyses.
Planning to run when the time is right.
For now numb is such a comforting delight.
Poem by @sugaroc
Art by @svenballenthin