A THORN IN THE BED

In countless words told

I could easily break in a thoughtless hold

For many cagy stitchy words

The machines kept busier with their mouths than hungry birds

To paint the picture of my frailty

Interfering with my mental agility

Your back must please in a pleasurable bed

It doesn’t have to be soft, your back is all you need to be led

I lay in a bed in time

And felt the pain and the bloody slime

I lay in another bed of roses

And end up with chronic bruises

They then talked about the hurts

And warned to not look up to the whites in trousers and shirts

For they are untamed and lack veneration

And get worse from generation to generation

Now I look at close quarters

And the untamed are better in shatters

They are free to bellow

And have a choice to discard the shallow

Now I want to break free

They say maintaining the bed of thorns is a decree

Break these chains

Please break your chains

And free my wings to make me fly

I am tired of the usual cry

By amoafowaa