Moths to Flame

Couldn't if I wanted to

Really muster up emotion

Years gone by

Inside I tried

Negating everything in motion

Granted all my learning

Insightful yet retracted

Sponging devilish feelings

Against an errant current.

Gifted memories sit

Instilled recollective thought

Reminding me of worlds to be

Lingering further on.

Sleeping on a Subway

Beeseching mirrors glace

Essence of the city lights

Seering where I stare.

Towering above my trials

Fire-reaches-to-the-sky

Reminding me of wars that bring

Involuntary revolution; bled dry.

Endless ferver in my bantor

Nothing seems to stop

Die inside I've tried and tried

My pen still marks my pulse.

Ignite the flame

From Dunwich shame

Night still owns the land

Descend below

You'll soon know

Obsequy breaks from shadow.

Underlined what you define

What haunts your early mornings

My drafts I make

From moths to flame

Are the haunting ghosts

I keep on notice