This Thorn Drew Blood
This thorn drew blood and regret
Lingers inside my heart, deeply set.
There's doubt that it will ever cease,
Caught in a web, without release,
Entangled among a silken net.
What a price I paid to end this debt
Of suffering that causes me to fret.
I must find a measure of peace.
This thorn drew blood.
I wish that we had never met.
Memories I cannot forget.
You felt the ebb of our caprice,
My Jason, I your golden fleece.
Our love was lost when faced with threat.
This thorn drew blood.
Copyright © Marti Sutherland | Year Posted 2016
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