Bug
Beautiful insect cupped in my hands,
Released to the air to fly over lands,
Assured that keeping you would speed your death,
You were released, I held my breath.
Gently above me then floating away,
Orange glow from my hands deeply allays.
Within moments of a lifetime, brush cut,
Feelings replaced by a punch to the gut,
Knowing its future like being aware
My shadow follows someone else's dare.
Insanity is sadness for thoughts of
Others better care of the one you love.
Copyright © Eric Langenfeld | Year Posted 2007
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