sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
A Butterfly With Broken Wings
☠️🦋☠️🦋☠️🦋☠️🦋☠️ This Broken Butterfly It's Freedom Now Removed To The Earth It Is Tied It Knows That It Is Doomed ☠️🦋☠️ Fate Has Taken Its Course Confined Now To The Ground Butterfly In The Wars There's No Hope Can Be Found ☠️🦋☠️ Broken Wings Cannot Fly Exiled From The Great Sky Now Is The Time to Die Forgotten By And By ☠️🦋☠️ Butterfly, Broken Wings Silence, No Dirge To Sing ☠️🦋☠️🦋☠️🦋☠️🦋☠️
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 5 hours ago in Poets
How will it end?
We’re halfway through a show I begged you to watch and I’m beginning to think it’s not up to me anymore. Not the tv rotation but maybe everything else. It’s all been laid out and kneaded and covered with saran wrap and you’re not supposed to wake it up too early for risk of eczema or whatever the bread equivalent is and does it even matter when all I could ever want is right in front of me? Days are passing like overloaded shipping containers and not one of them has my name on it. There’s no room for me anyway. My fingers aren’t strong enough to hang on since the incident. But where do I want to go? I’m right where I want to be and I’m not here at all. The frames on the walls are just out of place and my arms feel weaker than they did last week and I just don’t know if this is my decision to make or if it’s already been spelled out and erased and rewritten a thousand times. We’re inching closer to an ending with every sun that rises and sets. I don’t know where it goes when it’s not shining in my eyes. I don’t know what to do with the me that’s sitting right here. Are you watching? How do you think it ends?
By Olivia Dodgeabout 12 hours ago in Poets
