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Posted by on Apr 9, 2015 in Love Poems, Sad Poetry | 0 comments

Poem: Moths

Lately

I’ve developed a fellow-feeling for moths

 

They blunder in

Through the back door

Enormous shadows flapping on the ceiling

 

I would never close the door

As you did, out of pity

Leaving me

Beating senselessly against the glass

Beating hopelessly against the glass

Beating endlessly against the glass

 

And knowing

Next to your brightness, I can see

Nothing

And I still burn

 

___

Emily Lock

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