a light bulb in need of changing

a light behind closed curtains, I am night time shrinking away from the day.

I am a light flickering ever so slightly each time I am turned on;

a forewarning: please, I am going out, change me soon.

I am the left headlight that you keep saying you'll replace but don't worry about, because the other side still turns on.

a forewarning: the road ahead could be so much brighter than this.

I am a burnt out light bulb in need of changing.

a silenced notification on your dim phone screen: I know I work, I know I could shine bright, be your light; but I need changing first.

I am light waiting to escape, a shooting star racing across the sky to its final destination.

I am a crystal deep within the earth,

a forewarning: only until you start digging can you be found.

a house with all the lights off except the low glow of one lonely room. I yell through one ear: "IS ANYONE HOME?" and listen to it echo out the other.

I am the lonely room,

I am the echo,

I am the hand that finally reached out for change, how many life times does it take to change a lightbulb?

I am the strong flicker of light coming back to life,

I am a lion sitting in a wiry body.

a forewarning: I am the blood on my hands, the cause and effect.