I wake to find a moth circling
It grazes my face and leaves behind its dust
My mother used to say flames drew moths
Is that what i have become, Mama?
A fire without twigs
A fire unaided by lighter fluid
A fire fueled by tears
Sleep finds me a second time
The moth circles as my eyes close
I am all out of tears
And the fire is almost out
Pretty little moth
Fly fly away
Before the tears return
And the flames burn anew
You might not survive the next inferno
Song of the day: Dido- Who makes you feel
Nice poem..
ReplyDeletei might have died and gone to heaven...The great Myne comments on my blog! :)
DeleteOoooh i love that song...who makes you feel the way that i make you feel...who loves you and knows you the way i do...!!!!!
ReplyDeleteNice play on words there!!!!But be more explicit!!!!!Spill!!!
There is something about this poem that takes me back in time.
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