Forgive

Crown of thorn
ready to be sown dusted shelf’s speak in swarm turned they faces away from the worn
words collected clotted in form
im the man who placed the crown 
a crown of thorn
inside a weary shadow weeps
and sacrificed the angel creeps
i that man who placed a crown 
When that spotlight in sunshine and doubt
endless drifting 
hurting and shifting 
forgiveness perhaps I could find
i the man who placed his crown