Short Brier Poems

Bramble, Brier, Thistle and Thorn

Build me a mountain of uncertainty,
A stone of distant fears
Find me an army of losses
And empty hopes,
Some cluster of aimless hours to call my own.
Teach me about heartache and closed doors.
A broken way with nothingness in every direction.
Create in me a heavy heart, 
full of misunderstandings and distrust
to keep me hurt and forever confused.