Lamps

Son, can’t you see?

Son, can’t you see?
Come home to us
I know you’re scared, but please come out
It’s not alright
You’re not okay
I see your face, no feelings found

Something is kept in your heart, an unpicked lock
Garbage in a styrofoam box, you leave it unlocked
Something blocks those waves, an unbroken dam
You watch the television
See nothing in those eyes