What a fool I have been,
emboldened by the whisper of a past flame
allowing myself to be drawn to your light.
Bumbling and blind like a moth
frantically fluttering towards your presence.
How could I be so disallusioned -
you were never shining for me.
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lucy-li (Pseudonym) (
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Tremendous work. The pain is palpable.
My comments on the poem "A moth flies blinded” by lucy-li
A moth has the same destiny as men : they are fatally attracted by stuff or people who will quite often lead to their destruction. They do know what awaits them, but there is an irresistible force to leads them on to the sorry end.
The moth is woefully attracted by the bright light. It keeps getting closer, circling around and even touching the source of the flame/fire. In the end it dies a predictable death. It sees masses of its kind doing the same, falling dead in the process, but it does not or cannot break free. Soman Ragavan. 2 April, 2024.
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