Of Thorns And Thistles, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

The thickets, maggots, dead crickets
Expired fox bat dangles from the powerline
Ankle in the bear trap, not seen in time

Morbid thoughts of bells that toll
Relief from pain I peek at this goal
Shall I bounce off a hood and roll

In my brain, there is this mole
It hassles me, and want’s control
Daisies, sunflowers, die in flood

I want to shake this nefarious mood
It wants a blade, it wants some pills
It wants a balcony to over spill

I see the photon maker, in the sky
And pose the question as to why
These atoms in me, want me to die

But I would let them, sell me their lie.
(end)