Shadow of the Butterfly Posted May 6, 2003 Report Posted May 6, 2003 Soaking up the feelings Like a sponge to a puddle of blood I sit here staring through glassy eyed emptiness Wondering what I'll find under the red The red keeps coming, dripping from my eyes Crimson streaks stain my cheeks As another hope is crushed... squeezed... taken Methodically, mechanically, mercilessly I clean up my life's blood Wringing it into the Pail of Despair Where it sits, settles and seeps Turning black, then the light grey of ash Burnt by the tiny flame of a taunting daydream Rose petals white stir across the rouged floor boards Stripped from a thornless bouquet Tied up with the locks of a unicorn Unscathed, unstained, they float Staring through glassy eyes of red despair I quietly lay down and die Bemused contentment upon the pale shade of my smile
Chanz Posted May 10, 2003 Report Posted May 10, 2003 another tremendous poem! i really like your work. *claps for you!* Kepp up the good work!
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