Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow…
Okay it seems
I can't enter this light,
They lied, they said I'd see a tunnel
and into it I'd fly,
but my wings are tired,
my head is bruised,
and all I'm left
is more and more confused.
Though that may be concussion
from the lack of fusion
between head and glass,
just the striking translucent
chiming percussion echoing with
my own screeches of agony.
Maybe it isn't yet my time,
but I'm drawn.
How do I explain?
I can't seem to steer
my wings away from here.
From her.
That light intoxicating drug,
pulling the rug from underneath my sanity.
Could someone illuminate
the pathway for me?
But then Id inevitably
end up not seeing the forest for the trees.
I'd only see a bulb.
My only focus in this world full
of brightness, apparently.
I see another tunnel of light,
this one so distant,
beyond the clouds.
Far through the sky.
Leaving behind the crowds.
Where even I've not tested my wings.
If I travel for days, not resting
I’ll still be nowhere near.
It will take the remainder
of a lifetime or more
to reach it's fiery core,
but it must be the tunnel
of which they speak for sure.
I start to flap my wings...
Then I stop. Have a bite to eat.
I think...
Waitttt a minute...
Yeah, that tunnel could be good,
but right here I have food, warmth, love, hugs.
So maybe I'll stick around, hang with the bugs.
That fiery ball will still be there I'm sure.
So, I'll take a little while, whilst I enjoy this fate.
Then in time ill saunter up to their gate.
fashionably late, and I'll do it in style.
Thanks for reading.
taken from the #escapril prompt
"Moth"
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