Blue Butterfly

a poem for everyone who feels the same way

I saw a blue butterfly today,

Beautiful but  unknowing of the truth.

Its wings were tattered and torn. 

Bleeding red, but it still goes on. 

Dancing on the wind, fading in the shadows.

Going here, going there, but always looking down. 

Never up, never looking up.

It feels so alone, alone in this world

The other butterflies can't see the things it hides. 

Why can't they see its ripped wings? 

Can't you see it's lost inside?

Crying itself to sleep at night?

Screaming in its own mind, keeping it all inside.

Holding it in and pushing it down it's another pill to swallow now. 

Feeling the world spin as it goes down. 

Hazy and blurred I saw a blue butterfly today. 

Author's Note

Anything I can fix to make it better

Reviews

[Wórdsmíth]

"It's wings were tattered and torn"
Replace this above line with this one ... "Its wings were tattered and torn"

Another line... "Why can't they see it's ripped wings? " with this one.. "Why can't they see its ripped wings?"

Overall`s good and well pen`d. I enjoyed reading this beautiful poem. It`s really very refreshing in all senses. Liked it. Keep it up the great work. I`d look forward to reading your stuffs!

[KAREN]

I think it is beautiful! I like the imagery. The poem has a feel of sadness to it, but the flow is great.