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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Poem 83: Thorn in the Flesh

My thorn in my flesh I hate
but, I cling to it as my namesake
remembering that I am human
just like those around.

It is my worldly connection to rebellion 
controlled in its limited time extension
of rejected thoughts.

This thorn in my flesh controls
though against it I both push and pull
to find my way back to the peace I know
Without this thorn.

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