"Trap"
Does the old story about the moth and the flame ring a bell?
A moth amazed and enticed by the fire and flew too close
The moth lost its wings and its life to the beautiful fire
I was the moth three years ago when I first became a poet
I was blinded by the light
It was beautiful and I wanted it
I already heard about its bright light and mighty presence
I thought I could touch it and claim it but I was wrong
I lost my wings, I felt the flames burning my skin
Pain tortured my soul, it's like I can still feel it
Yes, I died that night
Three years later, I was reborn as Icarus
I had already forgotten about the pain of my past life
I was cheerful and more adventurous than I was before
I was more open to change and challenges and love
Love, yes I remember how it felt when I saw it again
Love is the sun and love is also the sea
I am happy to fly near the mighty sun and the wide ocean
I thought I finally found my way to my paradise
I thought the sun and sea were beautiful
I thought this wonderful sight was made for me
Then again I was wrong,
These beautiful things were the ones who would kill me
The sun burned my wings and I fell to the deep
As I fall, time slowed down
My past life flashed before my eyes
I felt the pain once again
The past scars are opening along with the new ones
I remember I've seen this trap before
It's the same trap but different design
I realize I foolishly walked into my death again
I am crying and screaming with my last strength
I am begging for help with my last breath
But it was too late, I was already drowning
The sun is just staring at me as I die
While the sea is swallowing me whole
Pulling me down in its darkness
As you might have guessed, I died again
The reason I became a poet was the flames in this poem
While you are the sun and sea that made me a poet again
If ever I get to be reincarnated once more, I hope to be wise
I refuse to walk into the same trap again
I won't die in the same way for the third time
It will be a shame and a knife stabbed into my pride
I don't want another lifetime of poems filled with only pain
I don't want another memory of being killed by the thing I
adored the most
I don't want to hate another person that my poor heart once
cared about
Please trap me with happiness and love this time
Or trap me not and just leave me be
Let my soul be free like the wind
I promise I won't be a burden so give me the wings to fly once
again
I won't fly to the sun or the flames or the sea
I will leave these things be
I will fly away and never come back to the things that once killed me.
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