THE FLAME By T.J. Daniels I felt like a moth, fluttering around a flame. Afraid to leave, yet afraid to stay. I had a burning desire... lost all my senses. And was trapped behind, many unseen fences. What to do now? I had not a clue. Finally decided, 'tis better to move. I moved from the flame, and felt safer somehow... 'Tis much colder here, but more protected now. Thanks LolaMaria for this poem ;)