Sunday, May 31, 2015

A moth to a lamp

A moth
Attracted to a lamp
Loves the light
Enjoys the warmth

It feels the heat
Senses the burning 
Yet it stays 

You turn off the light 
The moth leaves 
Half burnt and crooked

Left to its own devices
It would linger
To be consumed
Turned to ashes

The intensity 
of the light 
Makes sense 
to the moth

If not dead 
When the light is on
It will return
To the lamp
To the warmth
To the burning



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