I want it so bad,
craving it.
There’s a burning in me.
The orange flame
draws me to it
like a moth to light.
It could be mine;
it must be mine.
Pulling it towards me
I think,
“This will satisfy me.”
This must satisfy me.
Will it make me happy?
Will it make me proud?
Will it make me whole?
It better
make me new again.
Give it to me;
don’t take it away.
Please
I beg of you
it needs to be mine.
Moth
Samantha Palpallatoc, Grade 12