Vacant Buildings

Tonight these vacant buildings torture me.
My flaws are like random burning light bulbs,
Left burning by construction men. With the
Last lock latched in every door a great bulge

Of light increases with the coming night.
The workmen all just don't care and leave their
Error to be recognized. It's black and white.
It's wrong and right. Darkness is everywhere.

I am darkness when darkness is disturbed.
Talk it out? This is how I know my flaws:
Silent buildings with lights left on for words
As my hollow head holds darkness in its jaws.

Forgive me what I do not say to you
As I window my inexactitude.