Light, its harsh luminescence
Cuts into your eyes, driving the point
Of illumination or a bullet to the brain.
Why the darkness in the midst of light?
An open window shade seems to provide
Some small comfort, as though a portal
To a world of painless sight were open.
The light from the ceiling bearing down,
The lost lonely souls to the side,
The sickening glow of a computer screen,
The woman's piercing gaze from behind the glass,
They are the damned without their recourse.
Judgement has been passed, they await the team
Of their sentence to its bitter end.