Flicker

Far above my head,

lights begin to flick.

The hum of the bulbs,

Fills the silence, quick.

It may have been my lack of sleep,

but it seemed as though the lights could speak.

Trying to convey my thoughts,

Convince me of the lies I fought.

I dismissed this wild endeavor,

but the flicker seemed more clever.

Lured me back with falsities.

My mind fights duality.

Solace was no longer an option,

the lights had me in their corruption.

Speaking through their subtle flickers,

wrapping me around its finger.

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