Sunspots

A poem about desperately seeking something that destroys us, about light, about truth, about how small and inconsequential we are.

We are all moths,

Blindly beating ourselves against the window

Trying to reach the fluorescent light. 

 

We are all ants

Squashed underfoot;

Chased with a magnifying glass.

 

We are all mice

Waiting to be trapped

As we scurry after something we can't see.

 

The Sun we all revolve around

One day will burn us to a crisp.

But we just squint our eyes and desperately try to steal a glimpse.

Reviews

[Monday Parker]

I liked this. Sorta haunted and sad...But great. I like your style.

[Briana Noël Manzano]

Thank you!

[Daydreaming]

Dang, I really enjoyed reading this. I think this is great, definitely put this in a contest and share with people.

[Briana Noël Manzano]

Haha, thanks! I dunno if any of my work is contest-winning material, but I'm glad this poem struck a chord with you; the concept resonates strongly with me c:

[McBear]

I found this fairly simple, but mega interesting. I loved it c:

[The Unknown Sith]

Simple but, in a good way.

[Briana Noël Manzano]

Thank you!

[Bohrium Guy]

A great reflection to the little things in life.... I really enjoyed this poem!

~Rob~

[Briana Noël Manzano]

Much appreciated c:

[Bohrium Guy]

Your welcome.