My Thorn Poem by Bradley Dean

Piercing my soul:
I am bruised
Wounding my heart:
I am confused

You take my dignity
You break my bones
I sit in pain
My body groans

The scars I wield
Prove my past
Like a shattered window
Shards of mistrust

I thirst for truth:
I hunger for love
And yet I receive
None such above

But I will live on
And you will fail
I'm not stopping
I will prevail

My thorn, My thorn
Be gone for good
For thou art but
A rotten wood

O poison ivy
Hide from my sight
Depart from me
Let me delight

And then I breathed
A silent breath
A final testament
Of my death