Headlong, Into a Bed of Thorns
By lupus tenebrae
Here I go again, diving
headlong into
a bed of thorns
armed only with
this weather-worn jacket
and a bounce
in my step.
I bow my head,
barely manage a
prayer and hope
the thorns wither
at the sound of
my voice:
bearing their fangs,
then somehow,
losing heart.
Unauthorized Copying Is Prohibited.
Ask the author first.
Copyright 2014 lupus tenebrae
Published on Sunday, April 27, 2014.
Filed under:
"Poetry"