Moth

A thought flutters through the open window of my mind
Ensnared by the light that shines within, it takes it’s time
My thoughts touch and probe it’s delicate wings
Then paranoia bends and shifts it into different things.
The harmless creature becomes a monster of night,
evil intentions lace its delicate flight.
After the fingers of paranoia have sculpted it’s appearance
My mind provides the monster with perseverance.
The abomination then flies into the sky from which it came
An admiration for the horrors of the world, the thought will never be the same.

Moth

Linc Brown

Kimball, United States

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