HILL OF THORNS & BONES

with every grip only for it to break
with every step forth only to slide back
with every effort only to slip and tumble
with silence except with utter rumbling in the inside
it might seem futile except it is anything but

There’ s a sanctuary for me
There’s a sanctuary for you
there’s a sanctuary for everyone
if only we looked
it might seem futile at first glance except it’s anything but

For the hills are filled with dreary thorns
with no place to set one’s foot
Not an inch
But with hope one glides over
with hope one wades through
with blood dripping all the way
But through nonetheless
It might seem futile
Except it’s anything but.


Muzamir