The Whisky Blot
I am a moth and you are the light,
I think about you day and night.
I am starting to realize that there is a glass,
This not-seeable barrier I cannot pass.
Just being there, you keep me warm,
But now I realize, I am just part of a swarm.
The same path every night I repetitively flew,
So badly, I want to be next to you.
Michael heath is a a registered nurse living in South Florida. He wrote this poem after his first heartbreak, 15 years ago.
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