A Butterfly Through Death

I am the broken clouds that rain misery 

Upon the fragile world 

I am the one that hold the sadness of the sinister winds

And the lone flower that blooms in the depths of winter

A storm keeper of dismay 

I fold and bow

But this is not with humbleness 

More so of an endless sea of cowardliness that floods from my soul

Manifesting itself as my tears 

Why am I so weak? 

Why can I not stand up to the demons that inhabits the storm within me?

My essence screams for revolution 

Although all I am is a lost self entitled salve  

That lies quiet, waiting to be devoured 

Who am I to call myself a man?

For all I am is prey for the wolfs that incircle me

As well as an open target for karma’s unfortunate fate

Pity me not, because i know the winter does not last forever 

And there is a land of peace in the middle of this chaos

So, let me die as I am now 

And may I be reborn as guardian of hope

That lives in the darkest valleys 

And in the grips of any starless nights

~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~