Butterfly StingA Poem by John McFadyen
So much agony
and wrenching of the heart.
So much acrimony
Such a waste of creation,
of building love and expectation;
naïve or not.
Such a rapid collapse
of inflated fanciful fantasies
comes brick hard;
leaves a cold and empty shock,
an angry disbelief.
none of us ever expects
a butterfly sting.
© 2012 John McFadyen
Shelved in 3 LibrariesAdded on August 17, 2012
Last Updated on August 17, 2012
Northamptonshire, United Kingdom
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