Captivity

Memories of a dying bud, Felicitation for the hard sun, He still crawls the wall, Butterfly tormented with her wings burnt. Differences is an old man, Still walking our bloodied earth, He shoots himself everyday, A ceremony celebrated from his birth. Oh! how has he taken over you? Like some brown leaves covering the dead, Or are we just drops of dew? Like it has always been said. Maybe I need to define, An extent of suffice, But who am I to do this? When we are all confined... -Avee