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Crown Of Thorns

January 25, 2012

Wake each morn

Restless and torn

Wear’n this crown of thorns

It’s look’n worn

The scars in my head i scorn

Does this crown make me a king

Am i saved by the blood it brings

Am i run’n from a voice that sings

What happen to my wings

Have i the strength to crawl through pearly gates

Can he me recreate

Am i just to late

Can i blame IT on fate

peace be

Day 17


  1. Life is just one big gamble
    either you run out of luck
    or gather yourself
    and rise from the muck !

    Beautiful poem ! 🙂

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