Like a moth to a flame,
I cannot escape.
These walls confine me,
In a life without parol.
Where is my hero
When I only have night?
Yet should day come tomorrow
It would be all to soon.
Just like the snake hates to shed
I do not welcome change.
Because night, however dark,
Is the only thing I know.
Nathaniel DeMay
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untitled-244/
