Light Box Poem by JJ Evendon

I should not be here
not where I find myself
but I am.
Led by impulsive curiosity
unsuspectingly towards the light,
set to trap the unwary.
I am wary,
for instinct dictates my role
as well as my fate.
Now instinct may have sealed my future
trapped by my own fixation -
my own instinct -.
without escape -
I try, but it's impossible -
not whilst the light burns bright in front of me.
I am drawn mesmerically towards its glow,
knowing I have no option but to venture forward,
as I am guided by fate -
it is my life -
even if it is death -
like many others before me.
I am in a box lit like the sun,
constrained, restrained and paralysed.
I feel numb,
my limbs suddenly becoming heavy and unresponsive.
I am no longer able to move,
for I sense an awe rush over me
that draws me closer to a brighter light.