Black butterflies

poem

Black butterflies

Butterflies of black wings,
burried alive in white & red sand,
eternally imprisoned by golden rings
in silent suffering no one can understand.

Beings of no wills or choices,
with hallow wings that can't fly.
They niether have faces nor voices,
only able to hear the wind cry.

They see the world through a black mask,
where red roses simply never exist,
going through life as a questionable task,
like a future shadowed by dust and mist.

Beautiful captured black butterflies:
wait for a day you are set free.
Don't be swiped by hopeless sighs;
keep your wings fluttering & you'll see.




                            

Author's Note

reviews are welcomed.

Reviews

[Masaking]

I bet this is that truth behind your title lol XD

[Masaking]

AWESOME!

[Crow]

Awesome, I love the flow and rhythm...most of all its simple eloquence.

[M.Kilani]

now that's a great piece !! the images, the language the flow and the rhyme are just amazing !! I really loved the style of writing, it is somehow close to my own .
Well Done

[Havatara]

I liked how in the first few stanzas you were describing the butterflies, and then at the end you were talking to them. Very nice.

[Romeion Case]

great piece. profound....loved the imagery created by your diction. great job. :-)

[ettorney]

This is a self realization (or expression) poem that is deep down on the dark and depressing meter yet it ends with a sliver of hope: "keep your wings fluttering & you'll see."

Follow your own poetry's advice sweetheart and you'll fly free to realize the potential that so obviously exists within you.

Nice write.

[Senseless whatever]

Beautiful imagery and a nice even flow. I had to read this a few times and it did inspire thought.

[Mauricio Montoya]

I like the rhythm and flow in this piece.
great job, well done.

[Crusaderscross]

Very well done. The story here is well constructed and we are brought in and want to stay. Loved it