Electricity is Gone

More beautiful
Than a quick death
So broken
Such a sweat breath
Reflection
Of thousand years
Long shadow
And a quiet step

No voice
Only whisper
No choice
But to listen
Your touch
Is always too much
And never enough

I thought
I could distance
The same instance
I am turning back
Just to make a step
Anticipating
No feedback

Willpower that I lack
Coils over
My tired neck
I try to turn the light on
Electricity is gone.

A.K.