The Butterfly man

The Butterfly man

A Poem by erums

Whose Butterfly is that? I think I know.

Its owner is quite sad though.

It really is a tale of woe,

I watch him frown. I cry hello.

He gives his Butterfly a shake,

And sobs until the tears make.

The only other sound's the break,

Of distant waves and birds awake.

The Butterfly is gentle, caring and asleep,

But he has promises to keep,

Until then he shall not weep.

He lies in bed with ducts that creep.

He rises from his bitter bed,

With thoughts of sadness in his head,

He idolises being dead.

Facing the day with never ending dread.

© 2017 erums


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Hello, drums, thank you for entering my contest! :)
I feel the fear of death. This was an interesting use of a butterfly.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Great title! :)

But your poem creates such sadness, nevertheless I loved it

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Added on December 7, 2017
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Tags: Sad, butterfly

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erums
erums

Putnam, CT



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