Sorrow flies like butterflies
Beauty touching wings
Air suffocates while I cry
Where’s the beauty from with in
What happens to us when we lose
The comforts that we grow to love
How easily we succumb to the muse
Who’s grip is tighter than a glove
Watch for pleasure
Watch for pain
Where you find treasure
I find insane
Know alone we can not travel
Together we must smooth the gravel
JCW
Just passing through and wanted to say that I enjoyed reading this piece!
I read your postings and appreciate your sane, sensitive,
artistic approach to life and living…
i hate it