Weary Butterflies

A Poem

Photo by Fabrizio Conti on Unsplash

Sleep and close your eyes,
And dream of broken butterflies.
Their wings flapped against a thorn,
You’ll know the pain that they have borne.

Silver metal shine so bright,
Scarlet red that feels so right.
Dream of blood weighing you down,
Just wake up before you drown.

Much time now i spend,
Sitting here waiting for the end.
This is not what i planned,
For some it’s hard to understand.

I feel drowned,
It had took the crown.
Autumn then falls,
It’s the final curtain call.