Life

Life is a bed of roses and butterflies.
Beautiful roses and colorful butterflies,
But it’s all a facade.

I held a beautiful rose,
But its thorn is boring into my flesh.
A beautiful butterfly on my farm,
But it left a thousand caterpillars behind.

I thought I had it all;
But the consequences are killing me.
Like a beautiful suit of armor in water,
I’m drowning in a beautiful regalia.

I’m dying,
We’re dying,
But that’s just life.

© Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe