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The Moth

A poem, written by me.

By Kendall EarlPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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A black moth swam in the warmness

The glow of a bright orange streetlight

It doesn't get too close, it is far too smart

Yet not smart enough to flutter away

The bright bulb flickers

Plunging the small one into darkness

Only to flash once again with an unexpected intensity

The floating moth dances with the light

Moving closely when the cold comes back

Moving away as the burning hurts

The glow soon softens, pulling back into the bulb

It's absence leaves a chill

The moth gets closer, flapping erratically

The light almost disperses

The moth is now resting on the bulb

Collecting the warmth before cold darkness absorbs it

The moth rests naively

Before the light flashes back on

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Kendall Earl

I am a student at University that is majoring in English. I hope to be a novel writer and am trying to work on my writing skills. I hope you enjoy my work.

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