A distant blur, beautiful lights.
Initial attraction, flying towards.
Excitedly approaching. Wait!
The pull is great, a strong grasp.
Bringing me closer, feeling clinched.
Thrashing to escape, entering fear.
Berating my mind, shredding my shell.
Panic; there is no escape.
Limps ripped and severed.
The feelings are intense,
Now yanking towards the darkness.
One chance is left, only one.
Will I take it?
Choosing to escape
From your emotional
(This is another poem I’m re-writing from memory, since it was posted on a previous blog I deleted.)