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,
This poem is about:
Our world