A butterfly caged if it is caught,
A lovely mind clouded, distraught,
Yearning for eyes to break their gaze;
To leave the cage and fly away
The frail beauty upon it's wings,
when caged feels only a bee's stings.
Perpetual stabbing until the day
To leave the cage and fly away.
Although now safe from stormy weather,
when clouds of sorrow come together
and shed the tears of those now slain,
The butterfly still writhes in pain
The sun is what's yearned for the most,
Yet in these shackles all is lost.
Never to leave this nasty train,
The butterfly still writhes in pain.
The train riding an unknown path,
Yet too soon to it's aftermath,
The conductor lusting over things
like pleasure took from withered wings.
Obsessed over it's pain filled cries,
the conductor hurts the butterfly.
He's now feeling like he's a king
from pleasure took from withered wings.
Freedom will never board the train,
and rid the butterfly of her pain.
Only her death will bring her day
To leave the cage and fly away.
This is quite possibly the poem that started it all, as I wrote this in 2009 for a workshop on DeviantART. The workshop was this-
Write a poem under 30 lines that includes a butterfly, a cloud, a train and an obsession.
