Burnt

One would think that if one has been burnt once

One would stay away from the fire.

 

But Oh no, you draw me

Closer and closer

With the flames of your very existence

Enticing me, sweeping me in

With the tongues of your blinding radiance

Depriving me of sense, of truth, of reality

Your fingers of warmth

Beckon me closer, caressing me

Until I realize, I’m too close

Too close to fly away

From the grasp of your flaming passion

And then you burn me into chars

For I’m a mere moth, and you, a raging fire.

 

Have you ever thought what a moth would feel like being drawn to the light repeatedly and being burnt as a consequence? Well, this little piece sheds a little light on that. Pun Not Intended. 

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