I sit at the helm of chaos,
I am also the eye of the storm,
I am a hornets' nest,
But I'm also the serenity of dawn.
I destroy whole species if they don't fit my ideals,
But I'm also a very shy fawn,
I am nature,
I am a changing constant,
And the harbinger of constant change.
YOU ARE READING
Of Battered Hearts & Bitter Coffee
PoetryEchoes from the murky depths of a dark, burning soul.
