The bulb pops and the light has gone,
a good moment to lose my mind in the dark.
My eyes are useless, so I close them,
promoting my ears to primary sense
and I listen to timbers and hinges,
a distant wood pigeon and echoes of the harmless.
My head is empty of worry and fear,
I feel my shoulders ease to rest.
I have nothing left to weep for,
nothing and no one to take care of,
nothing to protect in this welcome gloom,
nothing, nothing, nothing in the room.
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