The lamp in my mind dims every day.
The electric buzz it used to give now a hum.
As a janitor prepares to shut a school.
Checking the dark halls and finding little.
Locking the doors and leaving for the night.

I feel the heat of the sun fade as my cold jail shuts.
Left on a frosty plain with one shoe and told to walk.
Do I draw back the curtains and find light again.

It's too far away now.
Someone else decided for me.
I like to think I had a choice.
But it was not that simple.



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