The switches either glided up
Or clicked into place
Or the knobs turned
But no matter, no matter
I couldn’t turn on the light.
There was a fear that coursed through me
Standing in the dark
And it wasn’t the first time
That I couldn’t turn on the light
And I yelled out loud to whatever
That stopped the light
That prevented any light to turn on
That pressed the darkness around me
To leave me alone; to stop this.
My hand reached for a light switch…