Butterfly in a Box -(The Poem)
Wings pressed against the folds heartbeats now wild, franctic, straining, begging let me out. Sweat glistens on my painted landscape. Never again the melodic sound of ocean against rock, nor fragrance of a summer rose, never again to feel the breeze lightly touch my flesh, caressing me like a kiss. No more the gentle falling rain lulling me into a peaceful dream, nor shall I stop once more to rest at the crest of the old oak. There now only the marked silence of a soul in the trance of death; seeking the peace of it's finality. I feel it calling, the end of all there is for me. I take one last breath and close my weary wings.
Lorraine ch June 22, 2003
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Regards, M
You're a very talented writer, your words really touched the deepest of my soul.
Thanks for accepting my invitation to "Poets all over the world and welcome to this wonderful community.
I wish you a creative week.
Brajanne