A Butterfly In The Garden
A poem about life's roads.
What shall they become
In the garden of the future
Some are soaked in gin and rum, and
Others are chasing lives of a different nature
Blooming outward from their cocoon
Fresh lives for them to live
Under the darkness and below the crescent moon
Of what will those souls truly give
What will they become inside the gardens of our time
Some of beauty and abundance as they flutter around
Others thriving among the dirt and the grime
Their future purpose just waiting to be found
Will there be pretty, pretty butterflies within the garden of the dark
As some embrace a purpose unbelievable to others who win
It's not only the saints who hit their destined mark
Destiny finds even those who live lives filled by the wages of sin
Those who feel the heat of hell's icy grasp burn in the wrong garden
Wings cinged by evil's flame
They only glow in the night, never receiving fate's pardon
Only glowing in the night, part of some sinister game
What will they become in the garden of the future
Their fates are decided from the moment of their birth
Decisions they face are hard ones to be sure
As the young butterflies flutter around finding their worth
About the Creator
Jason Morton
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.
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