This Is What I Feel When I'm Reminded Of It.

Those white butterflies
pretty and white
dancing in the valley
colorful and bright.

Yes, those white butterflies
tried escape but caught
wings pinned, wings torn.

Yes, those white butterflies
turning grey and pale
motionless and calm
wide open eyes
but see only the dark.

Those white butterflies
now turned dark and red
bleeding wings, broken wings
lie in peace but dead.
TiredOfRunning TiredOfRunning
18-21, F
3 Responses Apr 15, 2012

your poem really spoke to me, amazing, I really feel that way too when I am reminded and it's always there in the background.

I understand.

Thanks. Feels so good when people understand you. Means a lot.

WISH I COULD PUT YOU BACK TOGETHER AGAIN. TO MEND YOUR WINGS & ALLOW YOU TO FLY AGAIN. ...

I wish the same for you Archie. Really. Nothing heals a bleeding heart than a heart that has healed.