Thorn

I lay there, years before.
Even years later, hurt and hurting!
Never knowing what is love
What is kindness!

There came a damsel one day,
So beautiful, prancing;
Unknown to me and her!
She stepped upon me.

Never realized, then
How much I hurt her
How much I pained her!
I was blinded by her tenderness.

She plucked me out,
It was a caress so soft!
Her touching me, then
I felt it was love.

Never realizing that
I was merely a thorn!
Only to be thrown away;
Capable only of hurt!

I lay there, years after;
Hurt and hurting!
Never forgetting,
I am merely a Thorn!

In this poem, a lover reminisces about his lost love!

He never realized that in their relationship, whatever he did only pained and hurt his loved one.

He tried to hold on to her tight when she wanted to leave; never realising she was never his.

Years later, after his loss, he realizes that he was nothing more than a thorn.
He, now wishes to apologize for the hurt and pain inflicted; but he, as the thorn says,
is merely a thorn,
To be thrown away;

Capable only of hurt!