like a moth to a flame
in the darkness
of a power cut
hovering around
the candle ring
carefully dodging,
but at times
almost dipping
into the yellow, clumsily
i keep coming back
even if i don't want to
i wish i could leave
you
i wish i could leave
but i'm here
because i forgive
so easily
every time
wait! the power's back
the flicker dies
in a whoosh
i'm free.
in the darkness
of a power cut
hovering around
the candle ring
carefully dodging,
but at times
almost dipping
into the yellow, clumsily
i keep coming back
even if i don't want to
i wish i could leave
you
i wish i could leave
but i'm here
because i forgive
so easily
every time
wait! the power's back
the flicker dies
in a whoosh
i'm free.
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*this won third plaze in the Illuminati 2011 contest
2 comments:
I rather love the twist-in-the-tale this time. Very clever simile, I must say. :)
I love the allusion. Being so obsessed with someone that it singes you, and then suddenly, freedom.
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