Switch on, switch off.
My body couldn't take
the current flowing through
my veins anymore.
No more spark, no more glow
Like a light bulb drifting off hands.
I saw the bulb hits the floor,
I heard it shatter.
I saw myself, yes I was there
It was me in the corner of
that ring-shaped room.
I was surrounded
by broken pieces.
I'm trying
I myself was trying to assemble
that fragmented pieces.
But I can't
I'm trembling, I'm perspiring
Feels like a trauma of being
chained up.
I can't grasp the pieces,
can't even reach it.
I'm screaming, I'm yelling
for help.
But the room was just crowded
by shadows of anxiety
and despondency.
No one's hearing me.
I heard a gradual scratch
Wind whooshed
Someone entered the room
and barely said "Sorry, I can't".