for a life of darkness

every light is cherished

endless columns of broken bulbs

big bulbs, small bulbs

some burnt out

some smashed to bits

every time a light begins 

even for a moment

their heart is filled with the bare minimum joy

the bare minimum joy to survive

but recently, something happened

a light; a led bulb, if you will

sparked up at the end of the row

it was bright, it was pure

but no good things last forever

from heavenly sensation

to the cruel need to feel it again

to feel joy

to feel life

something one can’t do while so alone