Thorns
These splintered heavy thorns,
Shardlike that scatter round,
Entrapped in endless turmoil,
The need to ascend the abyss.
To mend back the unmended,
Unwind the twists of fate,
Break free of mental slavery,
Be unshackled of worldly chains.
Copyright © Poet Lazey | Year Posted 2023
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