Chaos

Chaos                                                                               July, 8 2017

Chaos is made,

It is not named,

Those who cause it, embrace,

Those who are inflicted, are on a race,

Though to every travesty there is a light,

Among a sea of darkness it shines brilliantly bright,

This light comes in many ways,

And can often take many days,

I once was told of a butterfly,

When comparing the light of thine,

This small delicate creature,

The perfect example of my light feature,