Blue Painted Lamp

fragile walls stripped by light

crumbling floor boards and soggy carpet

just a table here with the blue painted lamp

he is long and wired, faced towards the sky

nearest him is the brightest

although he radiates further than you

he sits still and you feel him around you

lighting you up

bouncing off these fragile walls onto you

sticking like he never has to leave

hot and bright, tilted head

he fills up the room, every corner belonging to him

he feels powerful and you like that

he feels powerful and you like that

he feels powerful and you like that

but he forgot, with a slight tug

you have the power to turn him off

so he sinks down to a small flicker

he is the blue painted lamp in the corner

the light that fills the room

the eyes illuminated

And he is powerful, but not on his own