Crown or Thorns
for T.L.C.
small as a pill
gives me headaches
along with all
the joy she brings
not easy getting to know her
to live near to her
deny me tonight
closeness we had
Christmas night,
New Years Day
thought she was
my good news day
God-sent--it seems
her wish is to take away
peaches and cream
in slices, in halves
attempting to take medicine
wrongly prescribed
for loneliness, for lonely nights
pleading on my knees
for what she is
not able to be
not able to give
small as a pill
instead of relief, my head aches
what I wish her to relieve
only God, only angels can
who sent her, sent me,
instead of roses, these prickles
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
4:08 p.m. 04.01.08
for T.L.C.
small as a pill
gives me headaches
along with all
the joy she brings
not easy getting to know her
to live near to her
deny me tonight
closeness we had
Christmas night,
New Years Day
thought she was
my good news day
God-sent--it seems
her wish is to take away
peaches and cream
in slices, in halves
attempting to take medicine
wrongly prescribed
for loneliness, for lonely nights
pleading on my knees
for what she is
not able to be
not able to give
small as a pill
instead of relief, my head aches
what I wish her to relieve
only God, only angels can
who sent her, sent me,
instead of roses, these prickles
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
4:08 p.m. 04.01.08
posted by Obie Quiet at 8:12 AM
2 Comments:
oh...this reminds me of something i wrote..
love like a bed of roses,
soothes, pierces me...
Haven't we all our beds to lie in, Esquire, be they made of prickles or petals or a combination of both?
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