Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Moth

Creating so many holes, 
So much to mend,
It bewilders me. 
How did such an unsuspecting creature
Bring about such damage?
So quiet, so serene,
It crept into my darkest corner,
Leaving no evidence
Except tons of tiny holes. 
My most treasured sentiments 
Ruined,
Which holds my disdain
Against this creature. 
His work, however natural 
Must be put to an end, 
I can stand no more holes 
Else I have nothing to shield 
Myself from the world.
I put my cigarette out,
Burning this careless insect 
Relinquishing him from
My closet,
Putting an end to this madness.
I close the door triumphant, 
Yet melancholic,
For his damage 
Brought light to possibility, 
An endless array of new color to 
The droll garments.
All stopped with a simple 
Ash of light.

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