Chasing a Futile Dream

An metaphorical anthology of how I feel about my life.

Can you catch the flailing body,

which descends from the deep,

I can't slow down, I've gone too far. 

I don't know how to cushion this fall,

thoughts of hatred cascade down my back; washing away my happiness.

For once I could be treated as something beautiful, 

a butterfly with giant, glorious wings which batted away all the negativity.

The End

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