A Thorny Crown

When the sun fades

and the night falls,

loneliness calls

‘cos you are gone.

Is love a game

with no logic?

A thorny crown

that pricks with pain?

Lost my senses,

my heart broken;

’twas a bad dream

of tricks and debt.

Now I realise

there is no need

for suffering,

pain and regret.

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