A Butterfly Without Wings.
My daughter came to visit today,
But I was locked inside my head,
Just staring out at clouds of grey
And begging God to strike me dead.
She sits beside me and talks to me,
She holds my hands; she tells me things,
But that I'm locked up, she cannot see,
I'm a butterfly, but I have no wings.
I'm talking away but she cannot hear,
I make no sound because my lips are sealed,
I want to ask her to ease my fear,
So that's what's inside me can be revealed.
She wheels me out to sit on the deck,
The clouds have lifted, the sun shines down,
Whilst inside my head, I am going berserk,
I'm so trapped inside the face of a clown.
She is leaving now, she will call next week,
And maybe the others will come to call,
But what's the point when I cannot speak,
I'll just wheel myself down this lonely hall.
@Ambrose Harte
@Scatteredhoughts















