Thorns
The man wakes up, waking up hurts.
“Where are my thorns?” He whispers.
The spot of blood provides evidence
to the thorns’ burning existence.
May be they have been collected
as souvenirs. The thorns still bleed
in some drawing room’s glass cases.
Or
may be they have fallen, squandered
somewhere near to be grown
into a tree of painfully
gathered wisdom, hanging as fruits.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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Comments: 55
One thing among the comments, is I don't know of anyone who choses to live with pain, they just can't always get away from it.
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U wishing you laughter
but after reading the comments I reread
..... I also agree with Purrrrrrrrrr ---- claws out loving can be very intense .
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isnt collecting ur thorns like hugging a grudge
in the end it will just squeeze u to death
is this poem saying that pain is a good thing
pain can be a learning experience for sure
i think people appreciate the lessons learned from pain more than the pain itself
it is better to leave ur pain at the foot of the cross
rather than collecting it
tru Jesus wore a crown of thorns so we didnt have to
he suffered for us and died on a cross for our sins
u come up with some original metaphors very out of the box i like it:)