Pursuit of light : My right.

What have I done?

To be left blunt.

I reckon none,

To be deemed stunt.

Who art thou?

To cease my fuel,

Whilst I can run,

And perhaps, light thy fuel.

I pursue light,   

But I'm denied.

And in thirst,

I abide.

I seek some help,

Alas, I'm mocked.

I writhe in pain;

Hopelessly thinking:

Isn't light, my right...