My billet

sorenbarrett

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

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 6th, 2022 06:46
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Bella Shepard

    We do seem to make our own beds, whatever the price we pay. A most thought provoking write my friend.

    • sorenbarrett

      Thank you Bella for your reading of this piece. Yes we often do make the bed we lay in.



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