Butterflies

Dead butterflies,

A world full of lies,

An unstable mind,

No longer kind;

Broken trust,

Swirling dust,

Tired eyes,

Silent cries;

Screaming ears,

Growing fears,

Gnawing pain,

Happiness in vain

Shines a bright light,

An upsurge to fight,

Restored trust,

Settling dust

Beautiful eyes,

As the sun shines,

Alive butterflies,

Where happiness lies,

No more pain,

And the cycle repeats again