Like a Moth

Wed, 12/21/2016 - 05:25 -- Etrikia

Even the palest light lingers in the mind

Alluring, warm, radiant
Forever glowing, calling.

Until our fragile consciousness is broken-
And then taken.

Drawn in too close, we burn

Victims of a Moth's Lullaby.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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