I stare at the light.
So stunning,
it burns my eyes
So beautiful,
I'm hypnotized
So bewitching,
it draws me in
Will o' the Wisp,
here we go again
sea of stars,
all across my vision
so much light,
is this heaven?
Closer and closer,
I cannot escape
Over and over,
this is my fate.
I go slower and slower,
But I'm......Too Late
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Author:
Rose of Sharon (
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- Published: April 21st, 2025 09:35
- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes I feel like an insect, sucked in by a bug zapper. But dangerous things can look so beautiful.......
- Category: Fable
- Views: 8
- Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange
Comments1
Too late indeed. Wonderful write. And in relation to your poem and your note, so true how dangerous some beautiful things can be. Well done! 👏🌹
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