Prickly Poem by GRANT FRASER

Digest the thorn!

I can't swallow
it again...

it's like a bet
to see what can
break you...

what kind of image
or thought,
would have such
an impact,

that given the immensity
of it,

it destroys the thinker,

I can't live it
without driving
to desolation,

while looking at small
people, it makes me sigh,

that what they see
so far, is trustworthy,

I wished I could
go back somehow,
to see who I was back then,

before all this...