Club: Poet's Pub

Collection : Poetry Challenge

Subject : A Light in the Dark

Date of Submission : April 2016

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What's beauty?

Me moth flies to every light

In sight.

And without any feeling

I draw nearer.

Far too late, I realize

The high prize

Of getting close to

What seems so irresistibly appealing.

Fatal injuries are already burning my skin

As my eyes are open for the cruel truth:

True beauty has its source in our soul –

Any other' s foul.

No matter, how it's shining in the dark:

It's dull

As long as it's not comin' from the heart.