Moth Whispers

So quietly
With words beyond sound
They gather in places
Too easily found
Blindly drawn
To a life all the rest
Have already known
And already forget
Their dark eyes reflect
What they can't comprehend 
Yet they yearn for it greatly
Their voices contend
Their wings become shredded
In this hunt of the night
While the butterflies wish 
We would shut off the light

Reviews

[Robert Parlange]

A good metaphor of life. Like moths we are drawn to what we don't understand, cant comprehend. A fascination for something that mysteriously attracts us, yet could cause us great harm.

Wow, that's getting depressing. Sorry, I just read a poem that reminded me of an old girlfriend.

Keep writing.

[Willard Wells]

A very lovely view. Following the crowd often leads to failure and death, so find your own path and don't get caught up in the attraction to the elusive light. Nicely done.

[Philip Muls]

Words beyond sounds. I like that. Drawn to the flame. Strong imagery, elegant flow.

Well done.

[Relic]

This is my first read of you and I'm impressed. Your lines flow exquisitely along and your story evolves at the end nicely. The image you describe is also something that can be reproduced easily in the mind.

Nice work Jenna.

Relic. :)