The Moth (standard:poetry, 147 words)
Author: kendall thomas	Added: Oct 14 2001	Views/Reads: 3447/4	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Empathy

THE MOTH 

Our lives are like 

the flutter 

of paper wings 

over an open flame. 

The wings of the moth 

as it flitters about the fire. 

. 

How brief and futile thin 

its hour; how frantically 

it avoids the dark 

and seeks the light. 

. 

What terror has it known 

that even this small thing 

wants the same as I: 

light, warmth, life and love? 

. 

Try to kill me, it says, 

and I will fly. 

Isolate me and I will die. 

Pull me too close to the flame 

and I will burn. 

. 

The flutter of my tiny wings 

are kisses against your lips 

that say the smallest things can love. 

. 

Some will shun these thoughts 

and some will scorn 

but all things that live 

want to live, 

and all things that love 

have need of love-- 

and I, 

I can only pity this. 

~Will 


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