Here, the wandering,

they watch, they listen.

They know you,

everything,

they see, they hear, they know.

Horror, knowing, scars.

Break of day, can’t escape,

nightmares, slowly dream.

The sea collapses and clouds sprawl,

no sky left, can’t fit through.

The dead, gliding, showing pain,

from death, from life,

never broken, never lost,

forever floating on,

never quite free.

~Can you see the butterfly?~

sad poems by: Silence