The Lamp

I will start my blog with this poem I wrote about six months ago after a particular emotional time in my life, The Lamp.


Do you see me?
In the corner
In the dust
The loner.

A simple thing
Only cheap plastic,
Not very notable
Nothing fantastic

When help is needed
I am there,
Always will be
But how many care?

For a minute
You need a hand,
But when finished
In the corner I stand.

The light inside me
Has died
I can no longer help
I abide.

I am the lamp
With a dead light
Do you fix me?
Yeah right.