MothA Poem by TheUnrulyWriterHe’s stuck in the limelight He doesn’t know its strength They told him it would lead him To a place where he could sleep He’s stuck in the fire He doesn’t know its heat They told him it would take him To a place where he could freeze Now he’s lost in the darkness When he thought that he would see They told him he would get here But he thought it would be free © 2017 TheUnrulyWriter |
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Added on March 13, 2017 Last Updated on June 7, 2017 AuthorTheUnrulyWriterAboutI write stories, poems, and songs. I am a multi-instrumentalist, and I'm always wanting to learn more of 'em. My writing is mostly abstract and focuses on psychological, philosophical, and/or spir.. more.. |

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