Watching Butterflies

I make a step, and then another one

Legs tired, feet bleeding

As demons keep feeding

On my leftover arm

On concrete slabs

As pain frustratingly stabs

I walk in the field of butterflies

The land of promise and lies

Each step leaving trace

In this forgotten maze

Yet my eyes wonder off

To see beauty of love

And eyes gaze at them, glued

As their wings flutter, with faint sound of flute

Wind flows ever softly, dress flutter in wind

I raise hands, try to scream

To beg them to take me along

For the traveller is tired and no longer strong

But there is no sound of my voice

Just silence that gives me no choice

Lips dry slowly, as tears wallow in eyes

Unable to flee, unable to fully rise

Just watching ever so light butterflies

With love and care bringing demise