Thursday, June 4, 2009

To, The Lighthouse

It's been a long night
I haven't seen the sun rise
For sometime now
Nor have I adapted to the dark
And if I am to sleep
I always need the light bulb on
But I can't do that anymore
For I've stopped paying my bills.
So I light a match
To find water in my lamp
But a little oil from fore
Surfaces into flame.

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