Even Butterflies Bleed

Her face pales, into the insignificance of life
Cold like concrete with the greys of modern strife

Colours of her life have drained from her hurtful past
Memories of colourful hues have left her soul to cast

Where once she graced our presence and stood with freely breathe
She now lies in natures setting, lost for future grieve

Seasons pass above her, whilst around her new life seeds
For something feels her pain, it's the place where butterflies bleed





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Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Tideswell Avatar
July 23, 2010 at 4:24 PM
Fantastic title James. It's one of those poems I want to read over and over. Each couplet is filled with sadness and beauty. I might be weird but it made me think of the first law of thermodynamics - Energy can be neither created nor destroyed. It can only change forms - her troubled energy passed to the butterflies. A very beautiful write ~ Sharon
Kendrick Avatar
July 23, 2010 at 3:36 PM
Sad write, James..I felt her pain.. Sara
Neels Avatar
July 23, 2010 at 1:13 PM
Very dark write James.. Awesome title as well, btw a cheetah is lighting fast hey :) you made me laugh with that comment.. Have a great evening further Wilma
Hill Avatar
July 23, 2010 at 1:01 PM
nice write....TAH
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