Quid Sum [Poetry]

The Frozen White Thorn Ever Wilting

Just a head's up, this poem isn't really meant to be taken seariously. I just scribbled the first few stanzas down on a plane ride to Texas and composed the rest in my head at dinner that night in order to avoid talking to people. (i.e. I didn't really put much thought into it.)

The frozen white thorn ever wilting

Stands tall before the fight;

The life in its leaves ever flitting,

The glow of its face ever bright

The frozen white thorn is still waiting

For a storm that has already passed;

The life in its leaves keeps on fading

Despite its longsuffering grasp.

The frozen white thorn ever aching

Is bearing the burden of frost;

The life in its leaves ever breaking,

It finds no relief for its loss.

The frozen white thorn is still searching

For a winter that someday will die

The life in its leaves keeps on hurting,

But the thorn is unable to cry.

The frozen white thorn ever reaching

Seeks after sunshine above;

The life in its leaves ever teaching

Tell of its roots ever tough.

The frozen white thorn is still keeping

Watch for that transient light;

The life in its leaves keeps on pleading,

Longing to last through the night.

But the frozen white thorn ever wilting

Will no longer withstand the world's test.

The life in its leaves ever flitting

Will wither and die like the rest.