Power Cut

I wrote this the other night when I had a real power cut at my house. It lasted a long time so I decided to write a poem.
Over the last few months I have seen that there is a lot more to the word cut than I first gathered.
So this poem is comparing a real power cut to another kind of cut -

My Power Cut.

The power cut -
All lights out.
My power cut -
All blood out.

The power cut -
Torch to guide.
My power cut -
Razor to guide.

The power cut -
People scared.
My power cut -
People calm.

The power cut -
Blow to a fuse.
My power cut -
Blow to my head.

The power cut -
Only torch light.
My power cut -
No inner light.

The power cut -
Lasts for hours.
My power cut -
Lasts only a second.
A second of emotions,
A second of letting it all out.

The power cut -
Dark after dark.
My power cut -
Light after dark,
Hurt after hurt,
Tear after tear,
Drop after drop,
Pain after pain...

You probably wont know what I mean about My Power Cut.... but then again, there will be some of people out there who will know exactly what I'm on about....