my hands move up and down the walls
up and down the long dark walls
trying to find a hole, a light
something to break through this deep, dense night
my hands move up and down the walls
up and down the long dark walls
then
a lightswitch! a flicker! a sunbeam! a blaze!
a something to light up this darkness to day!
but you yank my hand from that precious switch
and throw me down to the floor again
how does one use literary criticism?
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