my little butterful

hmm I haven't wrote a poem in a while and I am feeling like crap, so I decided to write one.

No matter how far your wings spread

You’ll still be black, cold, and dead

In a world that you really dread

You cannot find comfort in your own bed

The world in an ocean

The sky is the seas

You are just an ant

With no opportunities

How can one so small

Expect to rule it all

In a world that could crush you

Starve you and control you

Why fly, your wings no stuck to the ground

The weight not holding you still

You aren’t trapped on a string

Waiting to be let go

You are free

If there ever was a word

Free

Something not many know

You hands reach out to stop the pain

But the game is only beginning

Life isn’t a game you’ll be winning

Because unlike life the game is never ending

We are worthless

Cowards emotional b******s

Waiting to swallowed and shoved in a ground

With a tomb stone with are name

Well all those frown down at us

And think you are insane

We are gone form the world

Spirits of plies

We cannot see or feel

Why see and feel at all

Because one day you’ll be stuck

In ash, or a hole

Waiting for the body

You kept flawless for years

To fall into pieces

Were you can’t cry no tears

For get it all

It all will end soon

Because like everything in the world

You will soon die

My little butterfly

Reviews

[Paige Who]

This was really deep, I loved it!

[Ashley.M.E]

Why thank you! I always enjoy going back and reading the poems I had written in the past. I am glad to see that people still enjoy them as well!

[Paige Who]

No problem. I like to read things people other than famous authors write.

[Wolfwind Words]

Tis a powerful piece. Seems to shine light upon the idea that since we are all going to die anyway, why bother trying to make ourselves continue the fight of striving for betterment.
I hope letting this ink roll from your fingers and mind, helped. :)

Hugs!
Wolfie

[r]

Oh WOW. This is beautiful, and sad, and so emotional. :( I love it though; it's written amazingly.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Nothing lasts forever that is why we must enjoy the beautiful things in life while they are still within our vision. Very gritty but down right truthful words.