I live a still life,
Plastered to canvas, chained there
I live an ill life,
My colors fading away
My former vibrancy decaying to silence
I'm a butterfly pinned to a board by my wings
Struggling to flutter away but death hugs me tight
While ambrosia dances around me
And felicity sings, a proud bird
Swooping between gales
Now I am forced to cling here,
I'm trapped, a creature stiff in an orb of sap
And my heartbeat is barely tapping my life's rhythm
I am only a pretty mummy on display
Muffled by the tapes binding me
I am brittle as paper, weaker than I appear
I live a still life,
Stuck in the dewdrop of a memory
YOU ARE READING
Jars of Stars
AcakThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
