My bed of thorns and blanket of briars
A berth for my bones, baptizes in fire
Twisting in tormented slumber sublime
Where ablaze in the flames of dreams divine
A blasted body, broken and bruised
Pain pays the price of promises recused
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
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We do seem to make our own beds, whatever the price we pay. A most thought provoking write my friend.
Thank you Bella for your reading of this piece. Yes we often do make the bed we lay in.
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