Firefly
Firefly
Lost myself within a cave.
Broken flashlight, absent of light –
unable to find an escape route.
Without sight, I became blind,
surviving (I was not living)
through the sense of touch:
feeling the walls, the bag,
the probably mouldy food.
Accustomed to this type of existence,
my fate had been sealed, I accepted,
no bargains and no complaints;
that is when she flew in,
a firefly that had lost its way.
Seduced by her illumination,
I lured, trapped her in a jar:
my own bioluminescent lantern.
Tried looking for a way out;
endless days, constantly walking,
blistered feet, no exits.
Even with a newfound sight,
I could not be saved.
Fireflies have short lifespans,
didn’t know that before.
Mourning the loss of her life,
blinded in this bleak reality,
the old pattern of existing resurfaced.
Succumbed to a doomed destiny,
a lifetime of darkness,
isolated in unknown depths of a cave.
She was the light of my life,
the last flicker of hope.
Nothing can save me now.
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