Nightmare Poem by Blu Roxana

I dream of my future:
I see nothing but grey skies,
And doomed butterflies.
I sense the eternal tears of sorrow
Rolling down my burning face
Falling heavy in a lake of distress.
And I hear how my wings struggle to flutter;
They get lost in the ashes of my decayed dreams
And I listen how my suffering heart screams.
I scent fume of burnt hopes.
I touch blue ghosts of fear.
I’m all alone, nobody is here!