Crowns Of Thorns Poem by John Sensele

Crowns of thorns, crowns of pain and strain
Drain beauty and rain frustration
Worsened to a high degree when streams of stress rain
In a heart torn to pieces by malaise and malediction.

Crowns of frowns, crowns of doubt and pout
Disfigure lips habitually lit up be a soothing smile
Beaming joy, streaming reams of clout to tout
Social circles signifying the presence of bile and guile.

Crowns of nightmares, crowns of uncertainty
Amidst misunderstanding worsened by grandstanding
Flaunted in unwanted circumstances with plenty
To ponder yonder convoluted understanding.

Crowns of blues, crowns of disaffection and sanction
Bereft of blossoms bloomed and groomed in blues
Credited with fissures in the context of affection
Grow sour with flowers flown in faded hues and pews of dangling dews.