A tiny lamp glows in the corner
Darkness engulfing the rest of the room
I sit at the other end
Unsure whether I should move
My eyes unaccustomed, blink afflicted
I am so habituated to the dark
To the black that surrounds me
The cold comfort of nothingness
Then why is the light calling out to me?
Luring me to its flame
Will I get burned, once again?