original poems by john allen

The Befuddled Moth

I am the befuddled moth,
battering myself
against the lighted window
of your soul.
Each time I strike
the unyielding barrier
I whirl away,
dazed and confused.
Then your smile
ensnares me yet again.
Once more playing a game
I know I cannot win.


© John Allen March, 2005

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