Lavender Glass

I don’t know where this is going but….

Things fall or they seem to
I stand behind
All my headaches
And this little torn piece
Of dark clothing
It looks like a hole
Stinks of something I can’t remember
I was so angry
Until I saw this angry thing
Some sort of dark mariposa
Just sitting there

I thought it was alive
Just blowing
There in the wind
And then I realized
My anger had me again
It was garbage
Just a dark hole
A vapid sense of empty

I spoke to it
I told it to show me
Something small
So there it sat
Another blackness

It told me nothing
I learned no new truths
Had I wasted my time?

Was this black butterfly just a thing?