The Crossroad Inn

I decided to split this into two blogs. because well it just should be. They are separate but together as such.

The explanation of this poem is in part 2 of Suicide Moth

Suicide moth
with the brains of a doth
you are banging away at the screen
It is night time outside
and it's a full lunar tide
Whether you'll live remains to be seen

the rain's pouring down
on your face like a clown
makes you look like an eerie dark green
I peer at your face
right out there in space
and wonder why nature is harsh and so mean

you're banging away
with wings beating in fray
to the light you seem to be keen
why don't you give up
There is glass is in the cup
the knowledge of which surely you glean

but seemingly not
you don't seem to stop
that banging away at the screen
I bid you goodnight
and close blinds out of sight
of that light from which your life is so lean

you would think you would learn
light also can burn
and charcoal can tarnish the sheen