Blackout Breach

The lights have gone out, but I’m still awake,

a quiet envelops, a tremor in fate.

The neighbors are shouting, shadows extend,

like whispers in corners, the dark starts to bend.

A candle flickers, casting shapes on the wall,

a dance of the living, yet nobody’s all.

I sit on the floor, in the thick of the night,

the silence, a specter, gnawing at light.

Thoughts flit like moths, drawn close to the flame,

and all I remember feels somehow the same.

The world still spins, though electricity wanes,

a hunger for power amidst all these chains.