My light is always on,
Steadily burning hot,
Never flickering.
In winter's cold,
The frost sticks to my bulb
Like icing.
In summer,
The close heat
Adds droplets of humidity
To my glass.
But I never turn off,
Never crack,
Never combust.
I'm just an endless, glowing orb.
Constant electricity moves through me.
I was ignited before I can remember;
It has always been this way —
Through rain and storms and oppressive
Temperatures:
I am lit up.
And then you came along.
With one swift motion,
You tugged on my silver chain
And clicked my off switch.
With your hand on my head
You screwed me loose
And replaced me with another wattage —
"Energy efficient," I think I heard you say.
Who's going to turn me on again?
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