The Moth

down the rabbithole

His love is the moth fluttering in my chest
Bouncing off the walls
It makes me uneasy
It's eating holes in me
Or am I the moth?
Drawn to the flame that burns me
I know I should blow out the flame
Stop burning myself
But without the light
I'm afraid of the dark
I'm afraid without him
I'm afraid there shall be bigger holes in my heart

  • Author: W.R Zelman (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 12th, 2017 05:14
  • Category: Love
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Comments5

  • down the rabbithole

    Comas? Glad you enjoyed it though

  • willyweed

  • willyweed

    nice poem good structure and flow. ww

  • P.H.Rose

    Love this DTRH
    Really good poem

  • Goldfinch60

    Good write.



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