By Irani
I am a moth.
Drawn to a flame that will inevitably kill me.
Though I know that it will hurt
It is in my nature to go toward it.
I envy the butterflies that bathe in sweet nectar.
I wish to be marvelled at by innocent eyes.
While I battle with my subconscious
I try to fight the hypnotizing yellow and orange that calls my name.
But in the end, I am a moth.
I cannot change what nature dictates.
By Irani
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