The Moth Poem by Daniel P Martin

The moth flits blindly in the darkened room,
Desperately manoeuvring all obstacles,
Seeking illumination,
Longing for that source of energy and hope,
But alas,
The power long since failed,
And awareness had dawned,
His destiny is set,
Eternally seeking the glow,
That would rectify the ailments
Of body and mind,
So he maintains some façade
Of purpose and intent,
Fooling all but himself,
For in this lightless arena,
Blind optimism,
Is all that he can muster,
All that he can achieve,
And silently,
In this eternal night,
He wonders to himself,
"How will I know…
When it is all over? "