I’m not a poet. I’ve never professed to being one. But occasionally, I dabble. So I’d be honoured if you’d read some of my compositions, even if you think they’re terrible. THE LIGHTS The lights draw me to them, like a moth is drawn irrationally to a flame.For a moment, my mind wanders;Perhaps it even closes down, because it doesn’t seem to be thinking of anything.It’s as though something flutters, like a loose connection, before my mind reboots.I can feel my eyelids, desperate to close, lowering anyway,in spite of whatever rational part of me still remaining demands to the contrary.It’s … Continue reading Some Poetry # 1