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Turning
The Lights On
‘Please turn the lights on’,
I asked him quietly
Hoping the gentleness in my voice would provide a result
‘I’m too scared of the dark’
But the blackness still encases my soul
And I lay, silent, still, motionless
And I wanted, and I begged and I pleaded
And then I saw.
The match was struck
Its burning flame was held to the switch
And I could almost see the end of the grey
‘Please god don’t let it be too late’
‘Please god don’t let him give up’
‘Please god don’t let it be too far’
With one confident, gentle stroke
Placed quietly over desperation
The lights were switched on.
Kathryn Thompson 25.05.01
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