The Butterfly Net

So close to the edge,
On a perilous ride,
No rumoured control,
Just a wanton divide,
Between logic and anger,
Feelings and threat,
With nothing to grasp,
But a butterfly net.

So close to the fire,
No ice in the veins,
Just splinters of worth,
Amongst carbon remains,
No water to dampen,
My scalded regret,
The rage merely swooped,
By a butterfly net.

So close to implosion,
But far from the blast,
I dance with the devil,
Who jigs with the past,
And offers a deal,
To relinquish my debt,
Let’s make a new pact,
Hail a butterfly net,

So close to annoyance,
So wounded by shame,
My armour is tainted,
By pleasure and pain,
I run from today,
When tomorrow ain’t set,
There’s a lot to be said,
For a butterfly net.

So close to solution,
But far from the truth,
The world’s constitution,
Has stolen my youth,
I’m left with a heart,
Full of bitter regret,
Tormented and torn,
Grab the butterfly net.

So close to the edge,
On a perilous ride,
I cling to the ledge,
By the skin of my hide,
You asked how I be,
With my territory set,
I was pretty darn close,
To a butterfly net!

© The Complicated Bunny – 19 Feb 2021