THORN

Tranquility stuck a thorn
Into a stone heart.
Mind doesn’t succeed
It has spread trough the ether.
The whole noise was painful.
It can hear how the root snored in the ground
And how the ground moaned under the heavy stone
Smell of the flower he can hear how it’s spreading
Silence he can hear
He can hear everything.
Pain!
Where the peace disappeared?
Should I be looking for in the tomb?
But even there the worm loudly gouging,
Or in a top where the ice has creaked, squeeze, crumble.
You
You who have forgot the thorn in me
Or kill me
Nor take off
With tender hand.

Come to me!