217 (25.02.2015)

Gruesome death trap for flies upon the roof
Bright light shining in dull and boring room
Four of them, altogether ample proof
That light cannot always dispel the gloom.
I went towards the light and I got trapped,
But it was such a pretty place to be,
Yet though I crawled and crawled and flipped and flapped
There was no exit there that I could see.
And all the light and brightness that I sought
And all the joys and fun I run towards
They all amount to little less than nought
Or sedatives to trap the million hordes.
I am a fly that's trapped inside a light
And cannot leave no matter how I fight.

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