Bye-Bye Butterfly...

Might just be a big metaphorical thought sequence about a certain family member. Maybe.

I couldn't save the butterfly...

She was so tiny and fragile...

The sky was grey; about to rain.

I saw her there on the dead grass..

Slowly opening and closing her wings in a weak attempt to ask for help.

But I was frozen in my place on the concrete..

All I could do was watch her desperately try to fly against prevailing winds..

The storm getting closer.

Rain starting to fall.

She tried finding shelter under wisps of dried weeds.

No hope for the poor thing...

And I just watched.

Knowing well what I COULD do for her.

But, saving butterflies was in my past, now.

I had no more energy in me to spare without perishing, myself.

Am I bad? For not making that sacrifice?

Again???

Reviews

[horizon]

Very precisely observed and described the movements of a butterfly...I am a nature lover ive seen this..very beautiful...but in the context of poem the one which has to go will go...the thought of saving which came to your mind is itself very powerful enough ..and one more thing your cover pic awesome..I adore it...😊😊😊😊 I've a great love for babies...be blessed...