A prick of thorns to feel the pain

That engulfs a troubled mind

An illusion hides within a rue

Of deeply saddened lies.

For wherefore in life are we to feel

Such a bitterness within

That drives us to this breaking point

And to a broken end.

I long to feel the passion

Of life’s untethered joys

To feed this famished appetite

As my soul it will rejoice.

But I cannot manifest myself

Until I gain control

And crush this brutal futility

That has my life on hold.

-Antony King  © 2016

 

 

 

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