A fly on butterwort leaves

Funny how the inner ramblings 

Of one man can become 

The reality of another. 

Laugh. Laugh my dear

 As your guilt seeps in 

Over something you had no control of. 

The feeling burrows in deep

 Despite your denial.

Suffer the confines

Of your self-depreciating mind

Weak willed fool.

Taking blame

When it isn't yours to take.

Trapped like a fly

On butterwort leaves

How ridiculous

My dear,

Your mind has already gone.

Author's Note

I won't even attempt to make sense of this for you. I don't understand it myself. But that's the point, you shouldn't understand this.

Reviews

[escherflight]

With emotiional intelligence comes the knowledge of other people's pain. You are at least recognising that you can't take responsibility for it, but not yet able to stop yourself. Does the fly on the butterwort leaf cause you pain, for example? With emotional intelligence also comes the facility to write well, and you do.

[Meraki]

Thank you :) I suppose somewhere these emotions are my own in which case I'm the fly trapped and being consumed by my emotions. Yes, it does cause me pain in a number of ways that isn't all directly mine. Thank you for reading your visit was much appreciated.