Poem By Jon Lloyd
Can't let myself be crushed again,
By the merciless indiscriminate beast called love.
Won't let myself be pushed again,
Or pulled or ripped apart again, or shoved.
I'm finished off where love's concerned -
It only serves to cause me pain and strife.
I'm just a moth, too often burned,
Who stops his flame-quest lest it claims his life.
©2005 Jon Lloyd