Fractured Flutterby

An old battle cry...

Fractured, shattered 

              beyond recognition 

 this flutterby soul

  a fragmented disaster

             heart split of carnage, 

             mind in shambled pieces

                 puzzles of discontentment

          & disorder,

   disarray of life's abundant

                clear view

    Skies turned colorless chalk

                and dank umber 

Indigo ink blots

 and skywriting in crimson

stained this soul of

                 disgruntled umbrage

    & concrete fusions 

                   entirely of dim illusions

Merge my ancient foundation

                 with mortar and pestle

ground this butterfly warrior

                together for a design fit for

panoramic perspective

                          of vista's convictions,

     the jagged horizon

                   of my tepid bird's eye vision

    has been heltered shelterd 

you have tarnished my spirit

raped my soul,

 compromised, broken,

               crippled & depraved in your sake

my wings may be tattered and flawed

     I'll still fight this battle valiantly each day

                 you've not the best of me yet

Reviews

[s y e]

"my wings may be tattered and flawed
I'll still fight this battle valiantly each day
you've not the best of me yet"

Wow, this is an amazing piece. The last line reminded me of the 'You Haven't Seen The Last of Me'
The wording of this write was powerful. You gotta keep strong and fighting. Fly high!

~ Noodle.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A telling and cultured piece that reflects your thoughts well!

[Pete Langley]

I`m feeling pummelled by your mortar and pestle, Frieda! This is a tirade of tired fluttering, but you have to keep flying, `cos the view`s better up here! P.