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.
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