A chair by the wall and the table too far, My bed in the center and the switch so far

A chair by the wall and the table too far

My bed in the center and the switch so far.

How hard I convince, my body doesn’t respond,

To make a slipping way through the clustered mound.

I lay awake in a passerby’s hope to turn off the lights,

Though lazy I might seem, but my hopes have never-ending heights.

The bulb distracts my sleep, and yet I won’t bubble,

The light strikes with its might and in a pillow I cuddle.

My eyes feel the piercing effect, and I shut them as hard as I can,

And just hope for someone to pass, a lady or a man.

I turn sides in restlessness with hopes for a nap,

Oh! I so much miss a dark room and my mother’s lap.

An hour passes by and I am struggling to sleep,

It’s two in the morning and yet hopes of a passerby are deep.

I hear my friends giggle in the next room,

And just hope someone comes to turn off my illuminated doom.

I pull over a blanket to cover my face,

But, the striking light does not grace.

I curl in and curl out; I turn over and turn about,

In restlessness and despair I make a pleading shout.

But it fades off in the noise around,

Like a squeak ends in the roar of a hound.

With half shut eyes I hope of my redemption,

For an angel to come and perform the sacred action.

And then I hear approaching footsteps from the farthest end,

Waiting for the moment to come my heart lay quenched.

As he passed by my door, for his help I yelled,

Which perhaps in his haste he missed.

I quickly turned my side to catch a glimpse of him,

Perhaps another word could make the lights dim.

But all I saw was emptiness,

And the footsteps had faded away with momentarily happiness.

I lay half-slept, half awake staring at- the chair by the wall and the table too far,

My bed in the center and the switch so far.