The Sharpest Thorn Poem by Kathryn Garner

you are the sharpest thorn
and all these remains are torn
left to tangled veins
the source to all my pain
and the outcome of that decision
is what led to this hell of redemption

for all the twisted plots
and for all the selfish thoughts
i breath for you alone
and listen to all these harsh tones
they cant ever take that away
some imprints forever stay

reaching out against and for
in this white room, that bolted door
shes hiding in the corner
a silent, and sustained morner
in her trap she cant heal
but outside of it, she can feel
the pain
in god's game

the pieces are laid on the table
and ive fought all im able
and these scores are pending still
as we wait for the greater ones will
awaitng upon these 'ideal' thoughts
killing away the hope we sought
theres nothing left to dry up
in this communion
from this saviors cup

oh my darling
sharpest thorn
you have left me so torn
so ripped and broken
on your words spoken
that one sharpest thorn
to cut the world away
and may you mourn
on that final day
you, my sharpest thorn