Bushes of Thorns

What exactly feeds

What exactly feeds these bushes of thorns

What exactly feeds these bushes of thorns that every night

What exactly feeds these bushes of thorns that every night seem to grow larger?

Several times a day

Several times a day I stop

Several times a day I stop for their sight

Several times a day I stop for their sight invites the thoughts

Several times a day I stop for their sight invites the thoughts that corral me

Several times a day I stop for their sight invites the thoughts that corral me in the nightmares.

The scent of flowers

The scent of flowers is all but gone

The scent of flowers is all but gone and their touch

The scent of flowers is all but gone and their touch is something

The scent of flowers is all but gone and their touch is something that's been long since

The scent of flowers is all but gone and their touch is something that's been long since forlorn.

And yet,

And yet, I know that I am close

And yet, I know that I am close and that my dreams

And yet, I know that I am close and that my dreams although grandiose

And yet, I know that I am close and that my dreams although grandiose pale when compared

And yet, I know that I am close and that my dreams although grandiose pale when compared to what awaits

at the end

at the end of this road.