Butterfly GardensA Poem by Evilhappywrite please read and enjoyOh, to be a butterfly flitting freely upon the sky a flower bud or strawberry pie to land on bones soaked in nectar, I think of watching monarchs with a tired sigh to be as simple as a butterfly… No tail guns, no tracers no fire or engines roaring by no, just myself, my wings and I no wingmen or aces, if I were a butterfly no dogfights or air raid sirens, no warm scotch
chasers with flat beer, only the pollen trade that I would ply no stale cigarettes, no cold coffee, no need to keep
my humor wry I would frolic in the sun, happy and dry over so many flower fields with my own kind, if I were a butterfly No spirals of smoke and flames no chains, broken glass or blood or names no more would my fingers bleed for hours as I pry desperate, hanging on every whisper for everything I
try no stench or thirst or hunger would bother me, if I
were a butterfly no fear or obligation would bind me, no desperation
would make me vie for a signal or a weapon to call for help or escape, I
would kiss my life goodbye and I would kiss the blood and sweat off of my cheek
one last time, if I were but a butterfly. © 2020 Evilhappy |
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Added on August 13, 2020 Last Updated on August 13, 2020 AuthorEvilhappyWaco, TXAboutI'm a garbage person, I live in Texas. I love writing and everything I know about it I learned by doing it on my own. Frequent uploads and majority of work here: https://www.deviantart.com/evilhappy.. more..Writing
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