Crown of pain.

I sit alone
Dwelling on those things that I wish I could do
Self-blame
My feet are chained
Cold
Sharp winds that cut easily through my soul
Gloom
Silhouette
Seen easily through the window of this motel room
You’re so far away
If only you were with me today
The phone rings
My heart pounds
And I don’t know what to do
Am I bothering you?
Have I burned you with my sinful thoughts?
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There goes that wind again
Smashing scary pictures upon the window’s pane
Distorting my view of a once beautiful landscape
Do you trust in me?
You know that I would never hurt you right?
This I read out loud as I lie on my mattress of air
Floating upon this sea of green
How can you love a creature like me?
Look at my reflection
The image tells no lies
My hands are cut and bleed from these thorns which lacerate my forehead
Oh watch me struggle!
Clawing with such determination
Loosing finger nails and flesh with every tearful prying at this damned crown of pain.

Crown of pain.

john blankenburg

Grafton, United States

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This was written while I was staying with my father afew years back. There was a fire in my old apartment complex. And I soon found myself with no where to go. My father let me “come home.”
It was a trying time for me emotionally and artistically. I found myself at a fork in the road. And no matter which path I chose, I knew my soul was about to be tested. And it was-

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