I feel old
and torn apart
tired and torn apart
torn and tired apart
I tried living
alongside moths
brightside moths
they tell me to
always look on
the bright side too
but the chipper
clip of their wings
gets in my face
they always fly
towards the face
I was the patient
making the anaesthetists
laugh before we went
into the operating theatre
and I still am
but I have a library full
of memories now
and all the books
have been checked out
by me
I open one
and a brightside moth
lands on the middle pages
I slam it shut
the wings stop flapping
there is still no peace
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