The Thorn Tree
I’ve climbed up a thorn tree
In my rush, my escape to be free
There’s no haven up here
Only pain and torment surrounding me
I’ll bleed on these branches
Only my tears will escape these dry leaves
Crushing on the rocks below the tranches
Falling down to my meaningless sorrow
The lies I told poke at my paradise
I left a life worth enduring, crash landing
There’s a gaping hole in my existence
Dying to rejoin the world of the living
Trying to hold on, bearing no fruit
I’m up here, but I’m really down
Arms across my aching heart
I’m falling apart, but I'm not done
Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2015
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